Spring 2015
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in a molten bucket. Candy pieces
on a red trampoline.
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Amid the flurry of phone calls
and the low thunder
of a thudding pulse against my chest.
It's a pity it's not the spring
promising a return like warm blood
to alleviate this winter.
Or you,
coming to your senses.
The Linnet's Wings Poetry