The violent sounds of hummingbirds
that flap their wings frantically
like clashes of protesters and cops.
The nervous croaks of trees
that bend and break in sighs of wind
like shop windows against some rocks.
The stray dogs and stray people,
wearing the same label on their skin/fur
like a monopoly of poverty over living things.
Spring is not a revival.
Spring is a revolution.
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