from the bench
under the cedar
where today
spring is too warm
summer becons
but things are not grown
it's still premature
too soon for this
yet as always
i jump ahead
reaching the same conclusions
over and over
assuming things are
as i wish them to be
i cling until cast aside
or dragged at a distance
like a mouse
caught by a cat
who does not wish
to eat it
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