This year’s Springtime.
Spring used to lift my spirit,
this last one, however, seems
intrusive, it thrills and loudly
reaches towards the sun;
for no reason I can think of,
as I grow down to a ground
that is an open cast mine
decked with flaccid flowers.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
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