Tripping on Raincoats

looking in your window

winter’s frost has soaked into the soil

peeks of green poised to rise

neighbors distant, out of sight

buds sit upon the branch

forgiveness ready for bloom

but where are all the people

feeling stretched beyond our test

barely able to cover our sensitivities

friendly faces all inside

days are coming

to relax the tension

side by side, we will be again

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