Spring in the Skyline
By Annika Hein

Potato-chip gold. 
Yellow-blonde and salty. 
Happy and waiting 
for the next 
way to fall. 
Limbs stretched out 
surrendering to the sun in sweet salutation. 
Busy in the belly and starlit in the smile. 
Shake it out 
from the lungs to the laugh lines. 
Barefoot and brimming. 
Full. 
And golden. 
All the way to the edge. 
Exposed and lengthened through grand exhale. 
Open-hearted like spring in the skyline 
after the winter’s woken up.  

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