Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Swoosh
Frigid crisps cover
The land, light flickers and waves
Little kids sweep by
Swoosh, the metal blades clank on hard ice.
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