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Apr 2011
The first and last Colorado spring
It snowed
It rained
It thundered
It blew
It shined
On my exposed skin.
The dead winter trees
With their bare vein-like fingers
Grew infected with buds of blue,
Or maybe it was yellow
Or red
Or purple
Or green
Or goodbye.
Written by
Kay Kasablanca
561
   September
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