Monday, May 30, 2022

Spring farewell

footsteps scatter oracular
one foot then another
grow louder than water

I bless the bees, the blooms
the leaves like hearts
sound, reverberating 

spring is a gamble, my friend
some years fruit, beautiful
others empty and quiet

I see my own fate in these lines
of light, denial, the tunnel 
curving, coming up for air

Pic: Red Cedar River this morning.

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