Dark Horse
the year is as spring as you are regardless
the fall hasn’t passed
love, loss, encore
the year is spring and buds threaten bloom
hesitant, having to a waiting
to that oncoming
that a felt cool, autumn wind
tiny’s leaves tight to say, “No, not yet”
the world sits wanting
breathless
happy to bait your summer rivaled, hired limo
not enough money can take you home
when you’re whole lot a walkin’ is a walkin’ the earth
only a few of us out here no that kind of tread
the year is spring as you are baby
and you’re usually right ‘bout that
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