afternoon poem, March 13, 2018

 

 

This winter hangs on

Like some besetting sin

Like the memory

Of some lost opportunity

The slate and dirty bones

Of a sky

Spitting hard pellets of snow

And wind that blows bold

As if unafraid of May

 

 

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