March 29th, March 30th & March 31st

I wish I had found time
to stand with my eyes closed
and listen to the sound
of snow melt in the woods

***

there are downed trees in the gorge
that are crumbling
covered in moss in unbroken carpets
and others
that we could still sell for lumber

***

March has slipped away
cloaked in the happy story
I threw over it

Even after all of this
I feel I could have
appreciated it more

maybe next year
or the year after

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