Written Last Week

Each Spring
I put away my sweaters.
But it's not warm yet.

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Thankfully

that rose bush resurrects

every Spring.

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Lupine grows in the spot

where there's no concrete.

It dies by Summer.

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Spring by the creek--
a turkey & I 

walk the same path.

Falling asleep...

Falling asleep 

with the loneliness of nighttime 

and nothing else.

Though it’s daytime...

Though it’s daytime, 

crickets sing

in the tall grass.