anticipation: 3
winter's hellogoodbye
leaves me imagining buds
already on trees,
bulbs peeking,
inching out, wondering if the
the coast is clear,
sneaking up behind
before tapping on shoulder and
exploding into blossom
the leaves of my etrog tree
stare out the window longingly,
wondering how long it will be
before they have company.
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