I've been remembering...
Rain wet pavements
sodden leaves
This place I've not seen for such a long time
The same sky, clouds, dark grey, massive, threatening
The past is a different country
And yet
and yet
spring bulbs, their tips just showing
tentative? confident?
New life: fragile
but certain as morning.
Hope.
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