And Spring's Only Begun by Curt AlldayToo many eyes, too many mouths,
we can have none of that.
we can not have any
imagination or folly
on this chilly sunday
in the midst of a hellish spring
its grapes wrapped in frost
the flickering tongue wrapped around
the plum, delicate sheath
of trees limp and leaning
as their roots have dried up and
soot covers their driveways
an ashy volcanic collection of snow
flakes
in the house
infesting
everything 04/23/2007 Posted on 04/24/2007 Copyright © 2024 Curt Allday
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