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by Maria Kintner

I'll be more excited about July;
when we are sure of the baking sun,
and the long sunsets making us forget
about the early morning heat.

I will hope that this can be forgotten; that
the slow burn of May will feel like a
healed scrape.

I used to think that forever was
something we could possess. That
a future promised would stay
within the grasp of our new hands.

But I am silvery and sleepy these days,
and I understand that I was
never meant to see eternity
in the soft flesh of my simple youth.

I will pale with age, and fade. And
The Rage of Spring will move to avoid me.
We have had our own conversations, and I owe her
nothing for what she has taken from me.

I hope you have learned all you need to keep
singing, amidst the sharpness of the blades.

Eventually, you will have to do so, all by


Author's Note: It's been a very difficult Spring.

Posted on 06/02/2016
Copyright © 2024 Maria Kintner

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