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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Pessimist

i am in the middle of spring.
gentle breeze
fruitful trees
flowers a-bloom.

and yet
while i should be a-twirlin'
laughing with the wind
and letting the sun
dry the dew off my hair--

i sit among the grass
itchy and scared
my eyes upon the sky
waiting
for the sign of storm
and a hint of a cloud rain.

i am in the middle of spring.
i should be celebrating.

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