torn between laundry
& early march spring
i try to express this day
of blue sky & cold air
yes the yard needs raking
the winter's compost needs turning
& i mourn the 25 pounds
my body gained winter sentient
every so often the wind comes up
plays a song on the 7 chakra chime
i am soothed in to spring time
by single golden tones
by the yellow of sunshine &
the rumble of an excavator
moving rocks & earth @ the
end of our street
noah & mariah play catch
base ball
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