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Groundhog day

i.

Fat joy splayed on its belly

eating everything green gives it.

Fur fluffed and cresting

like a crown.

We go around like this,

mowing up whatever we can

and in our own ways, drowning.

ii.

Who am I to say

this leaf is more delectable

or this flower, that spreads like a gown?

Let the groundhogs devour and burrow.

Let green sustain the mouths.

I can’t even control

my own starving.