the entrance of dogwood is closely followed by the appearance of wisteria
it's lavender blooms never fail nostalgia's fawn
the crunch of tree sperm under my tires, footsteps
layering the front doorknob and hazing my forward gaze
make for itchy eyes and clogged passages.
opportunity never seemed so vulnerable.
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