30 days until spring

what changes
neatly turning in the blue air
punctuated by white moths

and i am no match for my stuck windows
painted shut last september

so i open the doors

to the drone of lawnmowers
the hearsay of flies

and i'm ready for something
that knows i'm expecting it
and it's all i can do

1 comment:

kay said...

nice. very, very nice.