a new friend out the window in the Swedish spring

The hare out the window

Died on a rock two winters ago

This spring, a new one

as the ice melts on the sidewalks of sweden

A rock works into my shoe

Slip slide in streams of gravel

Smile. The ice is gone.

the sickness comes in late winter in Sweden

The spring of five colds

Plus a burst ear drum and the flu

We watched ice melt through the window

An afternoon in March in the north

Soft ice lingers in shadow

The Arctic wind is damp

Wild-eyed kids know its time to dig