In Just Spring

When the sun is beautiful, the whole world will move quicker. Spring sat patient, held the hand and watched the death of Winter as if shot by cloud shaped pistols that popped flowers into living rooms in vases, greased with fingers, slightly cold and gently twinkling – simply happy to find meaning in a bright newfound existence. Underneath a hundred new bird calls I do my best to listen for your voice – I like this better; I mean this sweeter, warmer weather with its noise of mowers clipping hornets’ wings off and a stray goose that got lost – when we’re off work since its so nice out we should go for a long walk.


~ by perfectionatrix on April 12, 2013.

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