this is how it is some times
the edges so sharp they cut
through inertia and errands
the days passing like hours
how green aches into limbs
darkness detailing the edges
tight with herds of budding
water cold, crunchy as glass
I'm the only one here alone
and I think I spy on myself:
What will I do next? What
if I make a sudden move?
Pic: Red Cedar River seen from MSU's campus.
2 comments:
I like the water like glass and spying on yourself.
This does remind me of slow, Midwestern springs in Ohio (college) and Iowa (grad school).
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