The people are screaming out
for the buds of trees
bird songs
for the warmer breeze
lobster pots
for the touch of grass
chilled beers
The people are freaking out
the cold can eat it
the snow rain sleet whatever
can bite the dust
all parts of the process
the month trickles along
taking strength
in the promise of the future
is the best defense
each moment that passes
not matter how slowly
or painfully
pushes us closer
Wiffleball Manifesto by AspirinHammer
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