We wrapped up a trip to Mexico
and handed it over, placed
under the tree a day of fishing,
no fish but fresh air, memory
of hiking, the mountains revisited.
Under the snow, detectable,
a movement of flowers hesitated upwards
to be the gift of the future,
once, to conquer by surprise everywhere,
to grow, to blossom, to be overwhelmed.
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