Sunday, April 24, 2005

night air releases me

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i forgot about the way
sun sets orange / or was that pink
& how warm the wind can be
uncannily so for april

the day carried it self like june
i curled in to a ball & slept

even the shouts & screams of a water fight
in the back yard / not enough to wake me
out side became my dream




so what if the only sound is a boy dribbling
a ball past the house / / / & bird songs interrupt

blunt reminder / some how spring arrived again
impossibly determinded /

trees covered in chartruse buds / frilled bodice
the finest lace of all

only white leafed poplar has sense to burst over night

in 3 days time / i too shall open



vibration of growth / & how trees turn
green first by the river & work their way up
/ & how grass is such
a deep shade of cool / lush almost /

but you know / mountains are most lee blue still
with a high coat of snow

i felt the cold draft sweep down the north face
after sun set / ice on my shoulders


i know the sun still leans south in the sky
casting shadows longer than my back / there are places
the sun can't reach / will never get to
















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