Tagged: march

tired repetition,

tired repetition,
a light dusting into march,
stepping towards spring
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: dusting

saturday, you were

saturday, you were
out of this world and into
the next one – every

door ached, window wept, chimney sighed,
we held on so we wouldn’t slip
.
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on the first day of

late March rolls up his

late March rolls up his
tatami sky on a whim –
what we see is who

we are, two seasons promptly
tucking in their wet shirttails
.
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March begins so

any moment now, March

some spiders are slower

some spiders are slower
than others when it comes
to marking Spring, weaving
two whole months into
March. and this is how
i find you, so three
spiders ago, saying good
morning from my
bathtub, a little tired
from all the
slipping, for want of
some solid steps
out of yesterday’s April
.
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march winds
and unwinds herself
near the very
end, disentangling
her braids
from winter’s wet
and wounded
branches
.
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on the first day of Spring, the sky
was busy covering the blue
banners with kisses, obscuring
the text with billowy lips
of honeydew sugar. the tenor
wind rose and faltered like
a heaving uncle letting go
of eight years of regret, knocking
over the paperweight
with a purposeful swipe.
on the first day of Spring, from way
above, twenty stories
into March, you made
a stack of clean borderless
sheets and pushed them right
out the opened window
to test our new beginning
.
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the first breath of Spring
arrived today on our front
door steps. someone wrote
to say he was coming, but
we hardly expected to see
this young child
pulling on a lever
attached to a kaleidoscopic
pressure machine
cheerfully tipping it into
the greatest number
of colliding mirrors
.
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