Tuesday, March 31, 2015

A Slow Spring We Had of It ...



It happens each year:
snows melt, leaves and buds emerge.
Bring me twigs of love.
-- BK
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 1, 2015 at 12:49 AM

    The roads await me
    But they are covered with snow
    My bike is anxious.

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  2. Beth KanellApril 1, 2015 at 7:44 PM

    Love the notion of an anxious bike.

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