March 9, 2005
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Nine Degrees Of Spring
It
is nine degrees outside. That can mean only one thing -
Spring! I'm a little seasonally confused but the annual flower
show hits town. I feel the breeze warm my cheeks, the few degrees
we have are like a few extra bucks in our wallets - unexpected and
welcome - and I place my order at Bike Nashbar in the hopes that some
day the white banks will melt and the rains will wash the streets clean
and my tires will make a warm rolling circles.A small thing,
a bench,
a mirror of water
looking back
to me in the
warm humid
air I imagine
sweat and
your perfume rolling
through
my senses
in tight little
circles, spinning
in perfect control
around the world
warming my back,
your face a blushing rose.
Comments (2)
That is quite the image. And a wonderful piece of poesy to go along, too.
Spring, sigh. Sure signs of it today. Shutters are coming off the odd little restaurants by the river and, oh yes, road construction was occuring on the I-190.
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