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Returning (In Springtime) 



We went away for four days

and the leaves came.

How was it? We leave and, then, 

the leaves,

their tips unscrolling
from
 their toeholds,
their tips toeing their limbs.

Not like our tires, whose roll is so determined

to make time,

but like little children sneaking
into the unseen,

until, suddenly, they are ready to be seen.

Yellow green.

We come back and they smile at us,

smug in the sun.

Don’t be so unhappy, they say, 

don’t think of yourself as tired,
don’t think of what 
you’ve missed,
what’s lost.

Don’t think at all.
Just look.


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Poem for spring in the mountains. Pic’s imperfect, but it’s raining today! Have a good one!

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