The First Day


The laundry lists upside down,

number five To-Do done

in this lacuna called Spring.

A rush like leaves,

those gulps

of white wind

that we barely feel;

our innards hung up,

gobs of winter

decomposing,

bottleneck corners,

stagnant piles,

wait for a cleansing.

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