Time passes

in spring


the sun rises relentlessly northward

degree by degree,

like a battalion marching to the front

and daylight lengthens by 13 minutes in a week


this year

record temps teased summer for eight days in mid-March,

and coaxed crocuses

to push toward the light, not understanding

the danger, like infantry brainwashed

to react and not to think


on this day last year

buds bunkered down

below the snow

and we glided above on long boards, glad

for the cease-fire

before the spring-riot growth,

sweating only from exertion


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