Spring Rolls on Ecstasy by Linda Fuller The air a balm that soothes ruffled weather spurs the blood to tumble through electric veins turns a not-so-young girl’s thoughts … My garden has sprung leeks while crocuses pop open as if spring-loaded; in another realm lambs flock from casinos to gambol in meadows 03/16/2023 Posted on 03/16/2023 Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/28/23 at 09:05 PM I just love the sounds this poem makes. They both delight and ache. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)