does a garden dream in winter?
can it garland itself
in balmy memories
or does it quiver
in a febrile cold sweat
tremulous
in its frigid pall
with deadly fingers
around its throat
unsure if this time
it will awaken
in a springtime
phoenix resurrection
or remain entombed
in a solid,
sodden mire
of clod and dreck
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