a poem every day (or something close to that)
Friday, April 20, 2012
Fremont (4/19)
Pink child-sized fingerprints of spring
stick petulant to the small red speed of the Mazda Miata.
The rain will ambush you,
even if you hide your convertible beneath the trees.
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