She knows
concrete – not the soft earth
of late April, finally thawing
She knows
the carefully groomed trees
decorating the sidewalk - not
a garden tousled with wind
savoring its first sip of sun
She knows not
fresh air or quiet - but
when the clouds
become heavy and burst
her bones ache
her bones know
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
She knows
concrete – not the soft earth
of late April, finally thawing
She knows
the carefully groomed trees
decorating the sidewalk - not
a garden tousled with wind
savoring its first sip of sun
She knows not
fresh air or quiet - but
when the clouds
become heavy and burst
her bones ache
her bones know
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