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[e_l_i_t_e]

we find ourselves
wading through the filthy detritus
spring's onslaught leaves behind.

beating back winter is not clean.
life is messy.

the melting snow reveals that ugliness
may be covered
not destroyed
not forgotten.

immersed in damp,
dirty landscapes
we'll soon find ourselves forgetting
again
until the winter returns
and reminds us that there are other things
to be forgotten
remembered
lamented.