Spring opened like a door in the side of Winter,
and through it sang the thrilling trill of newmade frogs,
whose chant in the chilling evening turned
the outside air into the strangest and warmest promise
of a careless life outside,
whose doors are only screens
and never locked.
April 5 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
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