Spring Fragment

By | 5 December 2019

I could see the branches, how they swept
back and back. The sky a narrow scrap
of color breaching gray cloudfront.
In the human landscape, dandelions
and debris, overgrown blades of sward.
I felt a little crushed, in the pleasant day, it was
as if I had no future. I could not love
my ordinary life. Not without an essential
obsession, a lesson.

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