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A winter, waning, brings spring mud, a seasonal reason to hate dirt

Eyes raised, in wonder; the clear blue sky booms, then shakes with distant thunder

I’m runnin’ out of luck, sings Isbell, and the parking lots are packed ..

— from 'Just as the Darkness Got Very Dark / Another Data Point' by Erika Meitner https://poets.org/poem/just-darkness-got-very-dark-another-data-point

but I've got my windows cracked, better to hear his voice, the sound of someone else's blues

I'm watching doors open, then slam shut, the rhythm of ritual; in here, it's only a guitar,

those six strings of his singing a song of heartbreak, a story of yearning

Peepers, in the pond, singing a poly-rhythmic chorus in odd time

Urgent newcomers, intricate first blossoms bloom inside winter's breath

Pulling back the veil, low tide reveals the treasures of night's restless sleep

We arrive in your city unannounced, as gift, of course,

hidden inside the dark cavern of the wooden horse

We're quiet, as night, and then as bright as stars, we fall -

boots on the ground, then guards, rope-bound, we call

to our ships on the sea: return to the land, to fight

and recover our queen, in a wartime victory; by night

we're off, and the horse, stands alone, among rubble and ruin

a wooden reminder, as the ocean winds sing one last tune

Springtime, wrapped in ice; inside Liminal Spaces - neither here nor there

for Algot

Little things I’ll give to you —

from Little Things by Marion Strobel https://poets.org/poem/little-things?mc_cid=ebd44c7f57&mc_eid=ed9c8bae96

Petals, pressed gently inside the pages of a paper book

a timestamp, so I might always remember the look

you gave me; no one else felt it, the way the Earth, shook

Love arcs the Spring sky - a burst of warmth, and then she unfolds, a flower