Poem 2

April 2

Oh, just because

the tulips are poking up in little burly clumps


this morning there was pink

mixed with the gray

over the almost snowless hills


even though

opening windows for fresh air

seems like a reasonable thing to do

on a Saturday afternoon while stripping beds

and shaking carpets


despite the fact

that meadowlarks and bluebirds have made

their presence known,

I’m not taking off the storms

quite yet.


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