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Spidery shapes bloom within
the thick layer of ice on the creek
laid down these last few frigid nights.
Now the pendulum swings again 
as warm days seduce hopeful
baby shoots into poking their heads
out far too soon.  My own head 
stays buried beneath a stubborn
resolve that may or may not
serve me well. 

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