Inner Spring
when
the green is
dry
like it never knew
the rain
or the weight
of ice
stretched tight
against the grain
it’s like
a storm
that never was
like it was never not
Spring
and people played
not
for cash
or metal
or autograph
but for the feel
the sound
the flow
the ebb and flow
of the greens
what it gives
what it takes
what it requires
in return
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