march

: a poem

I had it on my march manifestation list to write a poem. so here I am. or was*. I did write this in march, mind you

marcher

marching

marchiene

march

that funny little chunk of 744 hours that we (I) think of in terms of ditched puffers, surprise snow, buds, birds, not yet bees (but maybe one if you’re lucky), green, defrosting smiles, cracked windows, The Return Of The Landscapers, thawing dirt and hopeful sniffs

how about you?

marchie

marcho

marchel

I’d term it the limbo month if I could. everything’s a little off, a little too much or a little not enough

not enough sun

too much wind

too soon for iced coffee