What curious eco-logic is this,
that what was dead and brown
can spring to life again
unfurling welcome to the warmth?
Take it!
Take this chance to try again,
to wander through
the forest that you missed,
to touch again the lush green curves of youth,
to hear once more the fledgling cries
of adolescent hopes; give voice to poems
extolling love and other dreams
you thought you'd long outgrown.
But watch your step:
old passions mixed with rain and tears
have decomposed:
that slippery mud that feeds new growth
is rarely solid ground.
Stay balanced, centered, on your toes --
And beware of apples
Still too green to pick.
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