Another Spring Michael S. Walker

ANOTHER SPRING

Michael S. Walker

Laundry on a line The feel of wooden clothes pins I put down Texting on my phone Go outside To bring that in Meditate over it Like some Zen Koan. It is a time of sickness Of darkness But still Robins forage in the bare yard And the bridal wreath Beyond the fence Telegraphs An immaculate Almost crass Denial…