BY KIM THOMPSETT
The sap is rising
Running untrammelled through the earth
Tickling my feet as it enters me
Coursing through me in little fluxes
I see my neighbour and want to reach out and touch them
I see the sky and want to unfurl into its silky blueness
Every day is like a lifetime
While I am held rapt in the sheer gladness
Of growing
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