Jupiter Salt - Spring waiting at the Dock

Steam a wetted dream
streams and rivers eating seas
breeze blowing in and sowing seeds
turning ferns and roses idle
tidal winds begin to rescind
a forceful pull and dull touch, as such
those that hum and buzz and sing
are free again to speak and meet

Jupiter Salt

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