A New Spring

The auburn sunset rings against
My eyes
The smell of fresh-fried
shrimp wafting in through rectangular
canals of a bus
a cool breeze lifts
the heat and fatigue and worries
the bright-eyed sun beats against a gray leather
seat, focusing its glory on one point
It cannot be contained, though the
Tainted blades of glass and coarse edges
attempt to
I hear spring all
It is light, crisp,
Reminder of beauty,
too strong to be
Unnoticed, and too light to be
Winter's echo surpassed, finally all
Around me is peace


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