Tuesday, March 15, 2005

spring-like

I went out yesterday, because everyone said it was spring-like.
The alleyways were full of slush but the dog shit hadn’t melted yet.
Wind wore through my thin spring-like scarf, and I forgot my gloves.
My hands turned raw-red carrying the too-heavy grocery bags home.
Maybe when everyone says summer-like it will really feel like spring.
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