Ah, Spring
Jupiter anchored high in a still blue darkening sky,
framed by dispersing contrails, vaguely pink,
the exhaust of happy vacationers,
headed south, dragging winter with them.
Ah, spring.
MS 11/20/12
Copyright © Mark Sullivan | Year Posted 2020
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