Thursday, April 4, 2013

sign of spring


The robins are back to confound the dog
her first winter coat two sizes too small
sizing her up from the revving hemlock
fat balls of yarn on the staggering lawn
spooling crisp orange contrails, worming their way
toward May, lacing fingers hatched from winter
fists into a prayer of warm steady rain
she ignores, charging up and down the fence
line, hopelessly entangled, her knitted
brow the handy work of methodical
birds, singing to one another while they
fashion her stylish new summer sun dress.

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