March 3

For a moment we cut the clouds to shreds, bore
wings from the ruts between our blades,
forcing seeds to jut into the sun with us, spring

in fair soil. But, too quickly, when
our eyes flinched we cut all the power
to our engines, shut our eyes and flew,
fell quick to what we call hell.

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