A Poem About Spring   1 comment

Desert MuseumSpring, 2018 — art by kenne

Maybe you need to write a poem about spring.

When everything blossoming is blossoming
and everything dead is dead
and everything wants to be fucked is fucked
it’s nature maintaining the way life was
and will continue to be as a bird calls
from the tree with new green leaves.

— kenne

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