subtly separates
verdana from tahoma
every once in a while
you wonder if that's
all there is to it
you're still looking out
for the joshua tree
but realize you're off by
a couple thousand miles
the gulf won't take you there
the sun will wane before your eyes
the broken road still leaves
a bad taste
so
you'll wait for a better day
to
open your handand release every gnawing question
even a fist can be clenched too long
fingers forget how to point
'til the soil with its own clock
and heartbeat
remembers forsythia
will break out in the spring
to be
and if there's a renewal gifted
the ground will shake
and transform
to a season unexpected
---
e b bortz
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