The tree outside the bedroom window
is getting all gussied up.
She's waiting for Spring to tousle her hair,
waiting to laugh with an open mouth,
(loudly and with her head thrown back)
waiting to go out dancing,
cut a rug with a suitor who's interested in
unfurling
unfolding and letting loose.
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