late bloomers
it still feels like April
the world going nowhere fast
like a vinyl forty-five spinning
soundlessly on a turntable
of course there’s nothing
wrong with slowing things down
at least according to Simon
who relentlessly kicks
down cobblestones
cool rain comes and goes
like a game of peek-a-boo
tamping down
good-intentioned deeds
and daffodil dreams
despite all the outside noise
a quietness remains within
silently reminding you
there’s always a way out
may two thousand nineteen
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