Pick one

Filmy blue,
heaven vaults these dreams,
hairballs and high wire fences,
loses its voice under 
a tight curl of rose petals, inside
a stiff chrysalis, coated in sand -

Pick one 
before breathing again -


There is always soft patter,
knocking like April rain -
its pulse irregular.

Raw and weepy 
this month swings in
lavender and snow peas -
finds its voice among
spring peepers, inside
a waxing snore, screwed down 
with jar lids -

Pick one
without looking -



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