hello spring
shy thing tickle my
toes and make me
sing or at least keep
the sky lightening
so my ears keep opening
to the guys from the
dining hall smoking
outside silliman and their
round hollers coming
from the car tracing an arch
around grove street with the
light green. cross campus isn't
white anymore snow melting
just a bit more to reveal
the strange the mud the
o's on the sign in the
6th floor sterling
bathroom filled in like SAT
bubbles, hands shaking think i
ate too many antioxidants and
is that guy in libya's name
spelled with a G, or a K, or a
Q anyway?
CVP
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