Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Spring Thoughts

Greening trees peering at me
Pushing your buds into the air
Your infinite movements draw my eyes
Your chlorophyll scented love
Clears chalk dust from them
You stately ebon trunk
Makes me stand straight and puff my chest
I would rather sit beside you caressing your smoothness
Then sit in this chair
Treating young adults like old kids
Scratching words on dead trees

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