Easter Parade
It is a special privilege
to observe Spring's
progression parade
south with March.
And it is a parade --
flags & banners and
marching bands,
trumpeting all that
nakedness and green,
all that pollinated
abandon --
Having flung off
the projections of winter
in the year's true debut –
For who cares about
clocks & calendars
when our wings warm
and our song returns?
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Martha T. Terrell
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