4/3/13

If a dream


If a dream can catch on twines suspended by
my head, it seems a wretch like me can ask
for more light & green than smoke & grainy
pellets of snow. Spring – waiting for
magnolia undeterred by today’s flurry
it came as it went – surprising it might seem
muscular tension would dissipate in steam
like threads in a design, but you can walk
around the building for several days and not
know if it’s winter still or spring yet.

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