shadow

Snowmelt

Where the backyard slopes

gently toward itself,

the ''V'' in the lawn of snow

widens with each temperate day.

In bare branches, starlings

wait, rise,

settle again.

We will not weep

to see the first crocus,

pale as the grass

that has no hands

to roll away the stone.

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