Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Helios
Slide on rays,
Past nineteen degrees, past the newly blossomed shoot
Past the daffodils, green patches and swinging kids
See that horizon?
It is there I buried winter.
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