The toe tappers
The hand clappers
The subway tunnel led music mappers
North to east and east to west
She Could not calculate the time of death
Ideation stemming from unwatered tombs
Water filled eyes poured fresh in new blooms
Red petals green grass and the tallest of trees
Raw honey sweet nectar the warm buzzing of bees
South to east to west to south
Unlacing this tight lipped winters mouth
Squaring off to circulate the fresh air in our lungs
Set free the hibernation of our songs to be sung
Spring spring spring come summer come fall
A heart beats in seasons, it’s circulation after all
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