to emerge
from the soil of winter.
We're waiting.
Waiting for acceptances
and airplanes.
Dead week,
due dates,
expectant fingertips.
Finals, ash,
the beginning of the end.
Death, Superman,
a hole in the wall.
Corned beef,
spring forward,
March.
All year, biding our time, --
when she comes round
we all forget
that we were ever waiting.
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