5 Miles In A March Afternoon - Poem by Brett Rogers
The Pear tree petals polka-dot the pavement.
They have seemingly all bloomed overnight, like a surprise planned just for me.
I feel dizzy looking down, like if I cross my eyes, just right, there is truth behind the white and gray.
I run through it all,
A horizon-less road with tree after tree after tree framing periphery
And reaching toward each other like I am Forrest Gump and this is the South and it is beautiful
(and I am him (form and all) , fleeing stride after stride, from loss) …
And I can see each one (an eraser-head of soft)
Float down from sodden branches,
Left and right and left and right like a cartoon...
Then quickly combine with a sprinkle from those in and out Spring rain clouds,
And stick to my chest.
And now I am one with the ground.
And the truth is inside me, hidden.
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