Saturday, April 19, 2014

Early Morning Swim

From the glass house that holds
The swimming pool, we view
The slow roll of the seasons.

Yesterday the forsythia bloomed,
Today we’re etched with snow.
A jolt of blue erases the grey

Until we brim with the boldness
Of brass. The pathway to Spring
Is like hopscotch: two squares

Forward and one square back. I keep on
Throwing my one small stone until the
Chalk wears off and I leave for home.

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