Away at a workshop weekend and grieving.
Springs breath sneaks
in under the door I have shut
Bringing scents I have chosen to forget
Pollen caught in turmoil now alights upon this barren soil
And scratches for a
place to rest
Tears collect in the dried out rivers of my face
As I
recall what was
What cannot ever be again
Memory - you cruel actress
Testing my
resilient grief
And alongside the audience in a dimly lit theatre
I
strain to see the play
And smile in the appropriate places
And laugh and judge
Knowing all along this is my folly
A tower built for no purpose
A dream with no intentA story with no transition
Damn you spring for remembering me
When all I recall is winter
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