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Poem | I Never Liked Spring

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

I Never Liked Spring

You pressed a quiet palm
to the struggling in my chest.
When you left, I secretly followed
the single path of your footprints.

The last snow staggered a dance
and I stood as you spread the space between us
and I thought of your eyes
wrapped in sweeping pass of headlights
and I wondered for only a moment
where you were going.

I turned back in delicate step,
careful to leave your each
white goodbye
intact.

–Teresa Kiplinger