Tuesday, March 21, 2023

Spring Leaving

end of spring 
quiet campus
lost in a dream 
of green bloom 

flowering burst
into petaled flame 
luxurious melancholy 
anticipating summer

we walk after rain
warm wet asphalt 
dryer vent air
clumps of cut grass

red sunlight splashing
on shore sand and shells
bony bare driftwood 
cliffs of Dunkirk shale

in the children’s park
arms and hands raised 
breeze swaying trees
laughter and the applause of leaves

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