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author: marco
categories:
- Months in the City
date: "2005-01-17T05:00:26Z"
title: february
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oh, how i love this wondrous city,  
 atlantis on the rocks;  
 one third is ocean spray,  
 uncommon sense another,  
 the rest, the hottest fruits.

 look, how it hurt to live its winter season,   
 the aches, the pains, the treasons and betrayals;  
 and yet, awake, gone are those worries;  
 would i drown in the sea of sun  
 that cascades through the window.

 that little twig seemed dead ten days ago  
 robbed by the chill of any little life  
 it might have thought it might have had  
 lonely, bitter, dry, unhappy  
 that’s what it seemed to me.

 look at it now! that little twig is a giant at bloom, the rite of spring,   
 full of blossoms, of fragrance, of color   
 of life, of being, of lust and of passion   
 just like a picture of me!

 i open the window, i think i might fly   
 so light is my heart in the heat of the light  
 i open the window, i think i might howl  
 so powerful sense i the new in the sky

 peace i needed  
 peace i got

 and now, the sunshine burns my skin,  
 and smells like a new life  
 my body aches for motion.