the spring is trying
so very hard
to push its face through the clouds
still forty something on the porch
out here despite the slight chill
up the back occasionally
as he moves from left to right
across the page
as if someone has to catch the thoughts
and he happens to be the closest
to the window at the moment
neighborhood becomes the spot
designated for the migration
of all the kids cooped up all
winter…
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