3.3.17 & 3.4.17.

[visiting]

There is what I don’t remember
and what I never knew
and what I do not understand
but could understand in time

and there is jumping
and playing
and laughing
and getting so sleepy
that you hover
on the very edge of crying
and laughing again

in this happy home
that is not my home
or even what my home could be
some day

***

Crocus

No one could blame you
for thinking it was safe

seventy degrees is pretty balmy
a week is not a very long time

but friend, it’s cold out now
the wind is bringing down branches

I don’t think I’m going

to see you bloom

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