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on monday i was aimless
as snow melting and tuesday was a tangle.
wednesday was the first day of spring.
as snow melting and tuesday was a tangle.
wednesday was the first day of spring.
in the old backyard daffodils wait to emerge.
they come up first in the crook of the retaining wall,
no one there to turn impatient, to grab a shovel
and search in the approximate spot,
no one there to turn impatient, to grab a shovel
and search in the approximate spot,
expose them to light, warm them,
give them the love they don't ask for or return.
1 comment:
I think you could write a book of poetry...I have loved every one. I have a thing for underlying sadness, if that makes sense, and it's evident and beautiful in how you string your words together.
Was it last year that you did some sort of group poetry thing? I signed up too late and wasn't able to join. But you did mention doing one again...hint hint. :) I'd love to join if you do...
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