Resistance

They saw you again,
you felt them as well,
though hidden in their maquis
you knew right away
whose eyes had to be
on you…

Those sharp bayonets
burned holes in your chest
and spread through like spring,
rushing to melt with merciless zest
that last patch of snow-
well, happy unrest

to you too.

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