Thursday, April 29, 2021


In spring, dogs walk over dead leaves
just as in fall,
but it’s all leftovers:
the yellow grass,
the threat of last-gasp snow,
the clouds both ominous and featureless.
It's a used up world,
with only flowers to prove me wrong so far,
and we really need the sun
to make us shine.

April 8 2021

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