Monday, March 08, 2004

Dreaming of Spring

I see poetry popping up in blogs all over the place these days. Maybe it's a sign of spring. Here's my crocus to add to the bunch.

I have hours. everything's okay.
It's a beautiful day.
It's a beautiful day.

Got no worries.
Free from flurries of all kinds.
And there's nothing I'm looking to find.
No one I'm trying to bind
or blind today.

So I'll wind on my way
to play away the day.
Come what may.

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