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Spring waits in my closet,
A cool-weather jacket at the ready
Washed fresh with the winter rains
Dried in the chilled breeze.
I slide off my woolen coat of winter and
Set it to the side for the summer's dreams.
My last chance for sweaters has passed,
And now is the time of the budding.
I take the hanger and slide the season
Off its mooring. The linen is delicate from
Years of washes, from changes in climate,
From the long wait and the ecstatic fever.
I sheath my arms in spring's sleeves
Its shivery fabric pricking my heat-adapted skin.
The delight of a comfortable afternoon and cool
Night will never get old.