drip
drip
drip
intermittent robin blackbird chickadee
mutterings
despite two feet of soggy-wool-blanket snow
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a caress of cloud-breath breeze
whose hand has only
slapped you since September, but
now tickles
drip
in some mocking penitence.
squelch
of shoes whose rubber soles loose
to the growing puddle glum
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of pent-up floods. She breathes out, Spring,
exhaling the tears
of Winter’s storms
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like a squalling child.
She smells nice as if
she were named after dish soap
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but oh the dirt and grime and crusted
salt (but she tastes of bitter days
before the daffodils)
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the slip and shiver of shoes
as she thaws, creeps, pause
freeze
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crawls into the light.
drip