Running Season
RUNNING SEASON
she’s still nestled, bundled in bulk,
as twin squirrels flip and birds sing.
she runs in Winter’s spurious-Spring,
as the heavy load of cold lingers.
4/8/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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