Late Spring; Too Late?

4/28

 

 

A beautiful, perfect day

the trees finally green

skin showing

and I feel like a stranger here

walking aimlessly in a foreign city.

 

As I walk, even my smallest

ambitions crumble;

by the stoplight, it has gone so far

every street seems equally dull,

equally bright.

 

If I can, I might as well sit

here, in the spattered shade

rehearsing my torments

while the perfect world spins about

outside me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

–DF

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