eostar carries eggs in her
blossom stepping blessing
dance hands, she makes even
blossom husks in spring blush
windy, refulgent, raucous blossom
blustering a kind of eggshell
opening
she passes over my body lightly
and nests inside, my heart a roost
for the flowery fool god
desses: who else makes an art of breaking?
open: spring
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