#932307 added April 7, 2018 at 11:24pm Restrictions: None
mixed messages
a chill wind
cuts through the window
bringing the last breath
of winter perfumed by
spring blossoms—
life blooming even while
earlobes freeze and fingers
trip, halting over the keyboard,
confused, muddled,
not knowing how to write
the sun and the chill
and the flowers
and this poem.
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