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Winter's Not Gone Yet
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A Traveler's Experience mellow trees
barely sigh
at early spring
cluelessly
they fill with color
just a niave child
chasing candy
into a van
but winter's not gone yet
i used to look at you
with hope, guardian angel
oh,
winged friend
that you'd evolve
not to land
on that venus fly trap
and that your offspring
would learn
and tell their brethren
but watching you dissolve
i see a reflection of the world
and myself,
though soon just a blurr
as i hit my head
on that basement
pipe again,
rushing out
gushing out
we never learn
not to get excited
at the first taste of sweetness
or the first feeling of warmth
that suggestion of good news
or the first hint of day light
running out to get vaporized
we never learn
we never learn
unless we shut off
and that's somehow worse but
mellow trees
barely sigh
at early spring
cluelessly
they fill with color
just a niave child
chasing candy
into a van
but winter's not gone yet
no, winter's not gone yet
