missing out (or february thaw)
it was a late february morning
I recall it like yesterday
relaxing in the union lounge
black coffee & marlboro lights
I pen senseless poetry
comfortably numb in a window seat
the sun warming my ballpoint
unleashing thoughts onto the notebook
other than the dirty snowpack
it was truly a springlike day
& as I packed up & headed out
to my ten o’clock lecture
I was tempted to remind myself
how much I’ll miss the thaw
november two thousand twenty
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