spring is
a meeting with an old friend
and you can’t remember
why you don’t hang out more often.
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spring is
a golden pill of vitamin d
swallowed whole
with an iced nirvana by the lake.
/
spring is
the luxurious yawning stretch
arch-backed
after sitting still far too long.
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spring is
the reminder note
singing the song
pushing roots deeper down.
wanderlove 
yeah for spring! and poetry
which did not seem too cheezy
friendships renewed
and spirits too
though spring did not come easily