only a few days before this,
before today, when the world turned white again.
the world is white
and i am wet with whiteness.
and i am hoping to awaken
in the morning
feeling green
and thoughtful
instead of still
and white.
i think i will spend tomorrow
searching for the lapwing egg,
searching for something i can trade
with Meneer Winter,
an exchange for something warmer.
lapwing. spring.
spring. lapwing.
1 comment:
Found you, you sly fox.
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