A friend recently asked me why I had not "posted anything new" in a while, and I felt very guilty. Here is a poem about the weird Spring we have had here in Omaha.
Yes, it is short, but still, it is new
Enjoy!
APRIL, 2005
Spring is crawling,
staggering,
and stumbling
towards the city
this morning;
sleep comes easy
when windchills
playfully slap
around the edges
of your skin
and the day
is almost done
before you see
the new life
standing firm
in the still earth.
Brian E. Bengtson
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