This morning

A poetic inquiry into the origin of Spring.

Did you play the sound of tea
poured into the cup?

And the chmmmmmm behind….
Did you heat the water in the pipes?

Did you dance with the sun
to wake birds up
to wake me?

They sing it is here!
But where?!

I am between almonds
and not yet

My feet multiplied
by the crisp ground
equals Spring

Did you bake it for me?
This morning

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‘This morning’ by Dominika Belanská