Onions

The last white slabs of snow

Melted off seven weeks ago

And the geese are headed north again

Through the tightening sky

And I can feel my heart in my throat again

New onions growing in the ground

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The cows come gingerly out of the barn

And when they see that the ground is warm

They pick up a little speed, it makes me feel so good

And I feel it rushing down my throat, fresh blood

I head out onto the earth

Its cold heart is melting

I don't know if I can stand it

Springtime's coming

That means you'll be coming back around

New onions growing underground

Underground