Seattle, 2011 (Kodak Tri-X 400)
Spring, you
are only here in
Startling bursts, in moments
at the edge of my eye, or a
Shock
of stubborn yellow, pink, white
Sometimes you are barely perceptible:
a secret at the nub of resilient wood,
a slip at the edge of cold wet dew,
a smile on the Scrooge as he sleeps
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