false spring

it's raining. A false spring: warm temperatures, slushy, melted snow, muddy yards, basement leaks, other leaks ruining my plaster walls.

There are a few partial poems lolling about in my head and lots, finished, I could post now, but when I read them, I wonder: What was I thinking???

(Thank you Cram 4)


This has been in my head lately...

So long, frank lloyd wright.
i cant believe your song is gone so soon.
i barely learned the tune
so soon. so soon.
(simon and garfunkle)