All I Want is Spring
I walk back streets
admiring the dandelions
in unkempt lawns,
the elegant curve
of a gnarled
cherry blossom branch, spontaneous
rain showers,
earthworms in garden soil,
gray squirrels
clipping buds
from the maple trees, and,
overhead, a flock of
snow geese,
fragile and determined as
a girl in Sunday lace
who happens upon
a mud puddle.
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