it is nearly spring -
the promise of warmer weather
and rain
looms like the last impatient notes
of an interrupted song
and i am ready this year
my hair is dripping with melted snow
and is waiting to be wrung dry
bones ache for the warmth of april
winter-cracked skin
preparing to bronze
and freckle
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