A Taste of Spring
By Richard L. Provencher
Mon, 25 Feb 2013
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I wore a branch against
my face as knees bent but not
enough beneath the
wind and its slap of force
through the strength of
this stinging willow
seemingly waiting for some
unsuspecting soul
to wander on by---and it was I.
© Richard L. Provencher
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