in our happy hour 

                                                      

  in our happy hour

  blooming among wild tulips

   sappily sprung in spring – 

                       *

   fresh April showers fall,

  sweeten earthy sluggish veins –

    riffs of birdsong wake

                        *

       liminal lovers

    on the season’s bare threshold,

     shivering off the cold –

                          *

    shed our chrysalis clothes,

      winter’s pale accessories,

        emerging nude, fresh –

                            *

    limitless like love

    shaken from hibernation

        in our happy hour

                                                                    __________________
                                                                                                            freddie omm , april 2017

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  1. With minor tweaks this could be read forwards or backwards…

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