As things thaw
like the yard,
a steak,
your heart,
pockets mush and tenderize
at random-seeming intervals.
A zillion heating influences
like the sun,
warm kitchen,
my smile,
are working hard for movement
of crystals over blood and earth.
The spring desires grassy ground
to plant,
to grill,
to lay,
and the warming forces long to hear
the trickle of melted night and day.
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