Today's poem is by Randolph Thomas
Winter and Spring
One must take into account
the missing tuber,
that person on the bridge
who isn't there a moment later.
Winter is hard, leaving its bruises:
bodies floating, lives unhinged
and drifting where they shouldn't.
For anyone reading this,
there will again be a time
to stand up, to flex lifeblood
into sleepy arms and legs,
to step outside and discover
what sad debris the thaw has released
to wash downriver.
Copyright © 2012 Randolph Thomas All rights reserved
from Iron Horse Literary Review
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