2011-9
Winter. My eyesdrift constantly
upward, checking,
and rechecking the
open-ended branches of
the Texas redbuds.
Impatient for
the first flush of
pink, for unfurling
flowers, assurance that
spring is only a
moon and a half
cycle away.
And yet-
my eyes also drift
ever downward, checking
and rechecking my
phone, wishing for
just one more
message, one
more assurance,
one more
anything.
Poetry by Minhocao
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Written on 2011-07-03 at 14:04
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