March prepares to tear winter
Into spring
Babies blink in the bright sun
Grass lies exposed, yellow, and dead
Water trickles into pools. Drip. Drop
Drip. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop
There is something in the spring air
In the warm moisture
In the spring air, blowing this way on me,
As I suck back a cigarette
On the back deck
Having settled the baby, I get a well deserved break
Some time for me
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