2022-06-10T10:47:35-07:00June 1st, 2011|Nature|


The world is dunked in green
and plants sprint upward
to an orchestra of robins.
Night comes late as the sun drags
her feet across the sky,
reluctant to draw the curtain
on the day.
I can’t blame her.
It is almost summer
we are thawed
and thirsty
for play.

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