Wisest Woman. Krystie Johnston.

The Wisest Woman

 

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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