April
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Mark R Slaughter
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Still an irritating wind;
Vestiges of stubborn grey –
Jibing us of recent winter blight.
It’s coming though – like perky breasts
Pushing through a blouse –
Teasing, pleasing in it’s tantalising play:
Warmth of youth in April sun –
Simmering off depression,
Brains retuned; remapped for fun.
April is a portal –
Smoothly transitions
Delicate dispositions – suchlike mine,
Easing hunched bodies into
Summery smiles.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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