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March: Poem

March

gold blades slice  
weeping bare limbs 
pierce cold earth

ice water 
seeping 
bright tonic

wake
sleeping roots
rise

By markthegrey

I am a biologist, author, poet, professor, and parent. I nest in Aurora, IL with my spouse and about two to four kids.

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