Spring Comes in

sitting by the French doors
 8:00, it’s April evening dark 
 writing by the light of the Pink full moon
 listening to an old John Prine song
 “that’s the way the world goes round”
 doing my memorial to his musical gift,
 and wondering who’ll be here tomorrow,
 i may be, i may not
 unless i’m only frequency
either way, what i need to do
 is send my socially distanced love to you
 as spring comes in with all its' visual glamour and smells of new life
 winter fades and with that the transforming of much artistic energy

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