National Poetry Month 2015 – Day 1

Late Spring

Brown shoulder half asleep

half uncovered the white sheet slips

wet from roof tops. I tiptoe through

the morning mud grey and green spikes.

Sun melts a yellow coughdrop camphor.

Everything runs and me red-nosed

without a tissue in my pocket.

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