Vagabonds: Anthology of the Mad Ones Vagabonds Vol. 3 | Page 13

Seasonal
Valentina Cano
He ebbed,
undulating between spring and winter,
between chrysanthemums
and snow garlands.
She watched him becoming
a pane of glass
through which his seasons passed,
and she could just press her
hands against him
(like a locked out child)
hoping to leave a smudge.
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