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(My first poem I wrote in NewYork)

Now I am scaring myself
like rotten roots in dark damp mud
Want to grow out to shower
In the sunshine and shed
The darkness and vomit
The depressed damp and dazzle with green
And grin with gratitude to the wind
Which mingles her blossom with
New born branches and shares
Her breath with death so the spring
Can spring and smile a smile
Which is the first and the last
Way out of the scary selfish stinginess.
O April o April I have conserved and concealed
in my sighs, some kisses for your cheeks
and some tears for your leaves.
I am waiting and I am
Scared.