3.14.2005

Soon Spring

The ground thaws, softens, opens,
it freezes one last time, gives
way to my saying myself,
my own uncovering--
a bitter white tip,
yellow tongued,
row retort.

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Roberto Iza Valdés said...

As true in 2007 as in 2005.
Thank you for sharing the poem.

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