Sunday, March 25, 2012

Almost Spring

Like a sandy plain,
this day, where the river
flows in and stops,
wondering where to go,
hoping not to sink away.

So grey and useless, the sky
not helping at all,
overseeing a conversation
with a hidden crocus,
"Hey, I know that you're
    down there."

No answer...
just a little,
icy rain.

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