Thursday, March 31, 2011

A poem for spring

Winter wrapped her last breath
about a yell and up-
rooted the neighbor's tree

Now resting on his broken arms
among the wet grass blades
and shattered sidewalk tablets

Brittle and frail as the bones
of human hands snapped
by those agents

Who likewise clean the automobiles
parked along a street
made newly mad by spring.

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