Those first lines
now forgotten,
hidden in the blinding green,
lost in the flurry of life’s business…
To be spring again,
arriving in a world
wet, green and electric…
Hang out the sheets
and take off your shoes…
Those first lines
now forgotten,
hidden in the blinding green,
lost in the flurry of life’s business…
To be spring again,
arriving in a world
wet, green and electric…
Hang out the sheets
and take off your shoes…