the arrival of spring (cathe waller) by Rg Gregory
on the last day of winter i went to bed harsh winds rainstorms beating my head houses trees with a sucked-out look new year flaked from the old one's hook
then overnight such a change of heart spring come home with her confectionery cart hundreds-and-thousands strewn in the breeze houses sampling them as well as the trees people savouring them in punts on the river earth knee-deep in them praising the giver so (blankets off) i'm out in the streets glutton for spring and her burst bag of sweets
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