Monday, March 11, 2019

In March







In March
the clouds break
for half an hour or so
spilling bright blue ink over pale snow

In March
the creeks begin to run
melt and mud and mess
down old man winter’s tin shed roof

In March
the children rush
laughter echoing the sun’s
into water higher than their boots




~ Lindsey Gallant

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