Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Not Quite the Same

fevered ocean, cool earth
moaning creek, humid moon
Apaganthus, moss, lichens, dust,
weeds that shatter blistering rocks

not quite the same,
this year, spring’s slanted

for something subtle is departing
more precious than gold or fame
with what is vintage forming new ties
nothing of the old we knew, and yes,

not quite the same,
this year, spring’s slanted

your wavering self, my vague regret
our love akin to a hothouse bloom
bright colors and no scent
bursting and vanishing like a shooting star

not quite the same,
this year, spring’s slanted

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Prompt: Slanted