some will reach a fence and not believe the arrow pointing the way out
to protect the tree the flowers wait to open ‘til the time is right
when there are strangers willing to help a stranger we’re never alone
of all animals humans are the only ones told to wash their hands
we wait for spring, stuck indoors, which makes our winter memories warmer
spring feels late this year as the cherry tree slowly begins to flower
in a software world it’s easy to overlook nuts and bolts and screws
as memories fade we rely on images to keep them alive
there are accidents of time and place that will stop me dead in my tracks
you can pound a nail with a wrench, but a hammer is the better choice
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