Thursday, March 3, 2016

Close To Spring

So fast he forgets how to fly
Among the ruins of last century.
So fast I would have missed him
Except for telltale signs.

Those flowers their birds and bears.
Our berries we shared even though
They were not exactly mine
Douglas county and all my being.
What time is it now so late so early.

What do I need to do in this life?
This is time grabbing pulling?

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