Posted by we can’t yet claim spring. while it’s warmER, it’s not warm yet. i go without a coat and regret it.
one thing we can claim, though, is exposed ground. for now, it’s ugly. cracked pavement. matted, brown grass. garbage on the sidewalks. attention to the places we live goes into hibernation all winter like we do. our affection is still there, but limitations are imposed on us — what can we do for the grass when it’s under snow? it doesn’t need us, anyway.
but we grow tired of having nothing to tend. we dream of flower beds and vegetable gardens. we wait for the first signals that it’s ok to care as deeply as we do.
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obviously related, this twitter poetry contest winner from the new york public library spoke to me today.