Mud

Snow mostly melted now
Survives in small patches
In places Sun hasn’t kissed.

Deer tracks. Only one.
Something else.
Unidentified. Beaver?

Breasts felt Wind’s love
Nipples hard in the chill
Words spoken thanking elements.

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