crackling air, swelling heart
Spring moans, rolls in humid sheets dusty from excessive introspection
in this very moment, Winter awkwardly readjusts itself.
shackled up tight, as far away as can be.
can't hold your breath through this seasonal tunnel
(not like how we hold our breath mid-august when indian-suns squeek around the curve...a mere S.L.O. mountain pass until your embittered heart shakes a fist towards the sky, cursing Spring and her deceitfulness.)
but for now? pure, unadulterated trees swish naked, guaranteeing a long, long stretch before they'll undress again.
ensconced on the porch, chest pushed up and out, a polished 42 dangling from my neck.
surprised? i know. 42 so often reserved for CA days.
It seems the nutmeg state is winning me back rather effortlessly this spring. Locusts sing and i retract my trash talk, reminding the readership that i am, and always will be, a connecticut elitist.
in this very moment, Winter awkwardly readjusts itself.
shackled up tight, as far away as can be.
can't hold your breath through this seasonal tunnel
(not like how we hold our breath mid-august when indian-suns squeek around the curve...a mere S.L.O. mountain pass until your embittered heart shakes a fist towards the sky, cursing Spring and her deceitfulness.)
but for now? pure, unadulterated trees swish naked, guaranteeing a long, long stretch before they'll undress again.
ensconced on the porch, chest pushed up and out, a polished 42 dangling from my neck.
surprised? i know. 42 so often reserved for CA days.
It seems the nutmeg state is winning me back rather effortlessly this spring. Locusts sing and i retract my trash talk, reminding the readership that i am, and always will be, a connecticut elitist.
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