begin here
this spring morning
sunroom a glass of pale light
geese barking in the blueing sky
crows barking at the geese
dogs barking out! out!
so many springs behind you
cast-off jackets
mud in the entryway
fish coming up from the bottom
of the the pond
you pull a silver hair
from your sweater
memories of long sweet throats
thick curls, strong hands
young men baring their arms
the first warm day
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