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dear abiah

'Tis true,

we are all made of root

And rue; head-down and head-long, trailing

Like the arbutus.

O great Arbiter! I keep

A terrible secret. The staves acre. And the back

Ache. And the Longing,

long and low.

Old, hard news, Desire. That prick! And that

Sting. All but made. All the promises

I intend. To make. To keep. To bend.

So-long So-sweet! I will

Miss you! Doubt not, or do. I was true. I am

Plaintive, but pliant. Think-me-not

Heart-less or heed-less. None the less: I will.

Ease back. Once again. Yes. Exactly. As does

Spring.