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[dreamsofburning]

So, in the spirit of all this rain and wet and clean, I'm posting a poem by a friend. Without his permission or knowledge. Mostly because we don't tak much anymore and because he will never know. Shhhhhhhh.

Spring's discontent

The thing about spring
Everything opens
Says I love you
Wraps it's soggy arms around you
Sometimes it's too much
When the rain falls and the snow melts
Sometimes the roads flood
The fields overrun
We can do nothing but watch
wait
sometimes you lay dangerously close
one foot in the past
one hand resting on her back
sometimes spring is too much
it pushes too hard at your heels
forgetting the trees are still naked
ground still muddy
I have to steal to the mountain
to reconcile the consequences

winters clean white sheet begins to evaporate
I'm seeking higher ground
maybe then I won't call her
avoid the rising of the walkill
then I won't have to pretend I not soaked
from the melting
closer to sun
chatting with the eagles and the crows

but my socks are submerged
and I can't pretend much longer
The fields will dry out
The roads will clear
and I'll have no excuse
except my wet socks
and slippery words