Poetry Squares

by Marta Gazzola

spring (an exercise in fierceness)

Roots cracking
the cold cold ground.

Branches breaking through
the quiet sky and I
find myself standing
on a field of clouds.

Would you believe
they come from the sound
of the oceans deep down?

Let them play.
Let me rain.

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