HEY BLUE
HEY BLUE CANADIAN
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
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Spring 2013
