Returning from sickness
through corridors that arbitrate "you go down that way"
not all having to do with the size of some lymph nodes
nor the redness of a throat
but more to do with the wonder I feel
at seeing a budding maple on a gray afternoon.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
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This one is vivid in images. Red, red.
Happy National Poetry Month!
Enjoy the spring,be well. Eric
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