Tuesday, April 17, 2018

17 toward the Omer

tiferet shebtiferet

Does ice rain count as frost? I ask my best friend the flower farmer while driving home,
and to her credit, she does not laugh. In the morning I walk on asphalt by earth bare again
but for scattered clumps of green still bursting through, as they will do, like joy through sorrow

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