How the crocus, like a sun bursting on your tongue, shocked you into seeing again?
When robins fought you for earthworms as you sank your hands into mud,
And the sun, warmer than bathwater, collected in your socks and you flung off your shoes
in the sudden rain, and the rain like mothers singing, stirred you to dance.
1 comment:
oh kim. that is lovely. just lovely.
Thank you!
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