"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



Hard to believe Spring is so        deeply

embedded    You get  used to

darkness   and to ice   You fight

the transformation   Depression    sets in


Rigor mortis in your pockets

You may walk into the river   Ouse

Man on motorcycle blaring Mick

curses me   deservedly    I do not      saunter    only plod


Every Spring this woman calls me

talks too long  asks too many questions

May I bring you groceries ?   Can the

seasons transform backwards     please


It’s far too light    and green         Talk to me



Spring  2013

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