3.4.12

Spring- National Poetry Month day 3

Sprinting
bending grass over itself
snap of twigs--an ant screams


We dash
scuffle around corners
hands scraping brick and stone


hearts pound on windows
eyes search for open doors


Panting
spring fills our lungs
again







2 comments:

  1. This reminds me of us as kids, all hyper and in a rush.
    Love the image of crushing grass and hearing poor ant scream. Yikes... LOL
    Great imagery!

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