This word all alone
imagining buds on trees, the grass covering the dust of winter
re-new-ing re-knew-ing
How many words have been tossed away? Composted, turned, reborn ...
and now, we've gone and lost the poem to a page break /
broken thoughts
for #verselove (annotation poem) using ee cumming's “in/Spring comes” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=25264 https://www.ethicalela.com/found-annotations/