That was a rumor of crocus
Creeping under the myrtle
A promissory note
In the key of hope
Aside the stale snow
Stubborn against melt
That was a robin
No doubt at all
Its singular song
Perched on a wire
Strung from Kyiv
To Kalamazoo
Its clementine breast
Battered and beating
That was sunlight
They say piercing
Cumulus and doubt
A miracle or mirage
They say mingling
Shadow and blaze
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