A pleasurable bump in casualty's stream
evokes a lucid smile, oddly familiar
as though a day of past reckoning
was shot into the enrichment of the present,
out maneuvering defensive conceptions of
misery and her rablés
Perhaps, kindly suggesting,
I may smile on
rising slowly in a warming night,
answering the call of transfiguring grass,
revealing its green skin in tense allure.
Perhaps
The trees shall support my lofty pondering and
entertain the crimson evening carried by a
slight breeze, thus waving hundreds of hands
as I step into this exceptional day of Spring.
Selite:
oletus
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