Monday, 28 April 2014

23. Reek

I can’t believe I forgot the reek of spring-ache

The fists of leaves holding thunder’s last exhale

Last night I biked home through the park

Waltzers lolled from steel shafts &

Neon branches twitched pink and emerald

Last night I clambered on a Turkish carpet

Hooked my feet in the golden fringe

And pedalled for all I was worth. I am worth

Everything. I have earned this much spring

And more

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