Saturday, April 9, 2022

Returning

enveloping the red brick buildings 
shifting mists on the pale snow grey shadows
the clear melt water pooling on the sidewalks
reflecting a child’s yellow boat upside down

the dissonant echo of a footfall
the jangle of keys on a blue-baubled chain
damp spring air collected on the threshold
between the evergreen hedges a door swings open

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