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Sunday, April 16, 2017
Belated Spring
Belated spring,
Central Park still chill by frost.
A familiar shiver
Wrinkles The Lake mirror surface
With gentle lamentation.
Mooring under the bridge,
Home coming for the spring,
Hence Rusulka sings.
Falling for a mortal--
Selfless moon, shared by all,
With thy light,
Metamorphoses my nausea
Into butterflies, and send them
Fluttering against my beloved's window
Wherever he might be.
Poem: April 15, 2017
Photo: Central Park boatrow. April 15, 2017. Samsung Galaxy Note 5.
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