The hare out the window
Died on a rock two winters ago
This spring, a new one
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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
