I woke to stacks of light imprinted on window blinds
softly swaying,
and to the wheels and wood of Sammy's skateboard
slamming the street.
"Spring, Spring," I said,
"I wish you were here."
The moon sank slowly behind black fingers of trees.
But Winter, Winter,
stay until I sleep.
2 comments:
Those "S"es are swell Seligman.
I'm flattered that you fancy them, Flaig.
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