An Unseasonable Disarrangement
Did you feel that?
That tiny nibble on the edge of things,
that quiet bzzz on the very tip of an upper rib...
I love these skinny days in March!
I love these skinny days in March!
I shun that awful April thaw, that happy May,
those shiny days of June.
I crave dull, pencil-shredded nights and sleeted mornings,
frozen with muddy footprints marking off the year,
those tripping ruts and deadly shallows.
How dare you sting me with the sun.
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