Saturday, March 20, 2004

Random Acts of Poetry

Spring

After adamantine winter,
snow recedes like an elderly hairline.

The nude ground discloses
cracks that suck rain like parched mouths.

Now, dripping branches unclench
millions of verdant fists.

And as the dead grass fades to green,
shoots raise laurelled heads

that seem to say
"You can come back now. All is forgiven."

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