Perennial Optimist

I suppose we, too, are at the mercy of our own nature

By Sara Elise MacDougall Published about 4 hours ago • 1 min read

Spring’s first buds emerge.

You’d think they’d have learned by now.

Their hope, premature

Both the head and tail of the ouroboros;

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