the snows had left
the robins returned
the flowers bloomed and profused
all passions slowly-burned
the winds more gently called and wooed
May was my reprieve
my reason to believe
that
life might live again
and make itself anew
Now May has other meanings
the kind of acquaintance
I'd rather not renew
would I pretend the years are distant
yet some of them remain
how I'd like to forget
and tuck them into the earth to stay
let the dead
let ghosts stay quieted
let memory be buried down
within the loamy earth
to stay
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AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
