Wednesday, March 2, 2022

March

the light has lifted at last
with a whistling significant effervescence
glint dropping rising up from grass blade sheen
reflections

songs of longing splash and spill and flow from
passing car blasting low
bass exploding spring beats
crashing rattling windows
screaming

but what’s that falling from the sky

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