hiding behind the brown
of a winter
i never lived
i feel frozen ground
remember how
i took for granted green
soft, supple blades
recalling that i did not
take my shoes off
in the warmer day
sun-filled, asking me to
run my toes through its hair
like only a lover would allow
and to lay down with it
another invitation i let pass
and now its caress has
grown cold and hard
mocking me naked
its blanket of snow cast aside
so late in this season
with trees who
have not dropped their leaves
in a last gasp of vanity
tomorrow, in may's solar rays
another boy
will play, walk and love
run his toes through the grass
while mine hide safe
in steady shoes
that will not tell the secret colors
of spring's thaw
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