In between days


Disinterested drizzle begins to hit

The screen thickening into hail

As the cloud moves over the car

Leaving just the hard worn short change breeze


Further on a volley of empty

Beer cans are carried into the wind

Full of rolling chatter across the road

Discharged from a discarded

Dead body black sack

And then the sun

Gives its full blast best


It’s one of those in between days

Where the buds are there

The daffodils and the crocuses are out

Waving their flags

Even some cherry blossom

And a little girl with her dad

Wearing a homemade easter bonnet

But there still remains the question

Is it spring?

Or is it not


◄ The door is shut


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