Me and Maid Marion

Gravity married circumstance, circumscribed

joy for a while. I took my best friend to the

forest, her gentle green march printed the air,

beatitude dappled light. I stood in its warmth;

I wait with still-yellow eyes to step into my

stride. When the spring rolls into my heart, I’ll

shuck of this fat jacket of pain, to rollick again.

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