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Remembering how to Breathe is an Act of Surrender

Tonight is the season of frogs in the drowned fields.
And newborn lambs, ready for their lives to start.
They don't think about it. The lambs 
suckle their mothers, headbutt their friends. 
And the frogs sing by the river, and die on the road.
I have changed my life. I am ready or not
for whatever comes after. Love in every form.
Flinging itself forward from the long winter.