Message from a March Rainy Spell

Struggling with lines that sag Like iced-up wires, I set My eyes to search for kites Of springs long past. High wind, Beat against this taut shape; Tired mind, snap up in arcs From the greyed weeks to send The sun this message: "Shine And help me fly these thoughts out of win ter's cold ruts."

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