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It Could Be Spring



the grass so tender
you could eat it with
a salad fork

young pink buds trim
fragrant trees

the air smells
cleaned
brisk
scrubbed

it could be Spring

the sky is laced with tapering
white clouds
measuring the wide plain of blue

the robins have returned to sing
and make the sad grey world
right again

the winter sun is now full and
brimming
bright

one might

believe again

how it could be
Spring




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