You can feel it quicken and turn and kick
The winter has grown so fat
In her mind she’s made
A diamond of the purest
Moral clarity and calm
And placed it down upon the town
Which slowly melts it back
To its accustomed black
All that tends toward leaving
And all that wants to stay
It takes a summer to enact
But you need a shore-line for that
And a child who comes to play
A life-time to unpack
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