Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Spring Comes To Oak Park



In the

rhubarb patch

by my garage

the snow flows slowly

into the good black ground,

leaves behind the pink pudgy

arm of some little some-

body’s little doll,

open-handed,

fingers splayed,

waving.

2 comments:

leslie said...

Ah, the relentless rhubarb.
Now THAT is the true harbinger of spring!

Anonymous said...

I remember too, Da...