19.<\/p>\n
I brushed away the cobweb
\nyou’d left by the door
\nand I opened the door
\nto let that most wonderful
\nfirst warm air of spring inside.
\nI stood outside myself
\nletting it run over
\nmy own body too long cold.
\nThis wave of April,
\nyearly repeated miracle,
\npushes us like a seed
\ngreen from the cold ground,
\nbelieving that the winter
\nwill not come again.
\nWe so quickly forget the cold
\nin remembering this warm breeze.
\nI stood in the yard,
\nface to the sun,
\nnear sprouting leaves of my own
\nthere in the still-brown yard.
\nYou came to the open door and
\nfelt the spring returning
\nthe warm moist air
\nlike a part of your skin.
\nYou pushed back your hair
\nand sniffed the air.
\nYou yelled, “Who
\nleft the door open?”
\nbefore turning your face
\nto the sun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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