Bury Me Above Ground

When the leaves turn colors
and begin to fall
and the earth turns hard beneath my feet
each winter
bury my aspirations
until they thaw in the spring
when being vulnerable
is socially acceptable
and at least if they get wet
I can hang them out to dry in no time
beneath the sun’s rays.
But I have decided
that no burial is needed this Autumn
because I’m counting on these aspirations
to keep me warm
all winter long.

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