Sunday
mud up to my ankles
but the sun is warm....
geese are honking staking their claim
but the sun is warm
dog sits at the lake edge
wondering should he jump in
oh that sun is warm
just a sweatshirt
and some sunglasses
that sun is warm
the pain of winter receeds
like the pain of childbirth
turn your face up
the sun is warm
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