This part of Hamburg looks and feels Siberian
retracing chubby childish fingers
along the footnote creased in exile.
The air has intake and a bit of spring
that sends the leafy shadows quivering
against the patchy asphalt.
The scent of apple trees in bloom
is hanging like a green halo and caught
between my high-strung ankles –
For I am overturned this spring,
watching this dusk descending
down my hair – its very ends
I tied to ancient bells in bronze,
announcing summer’s
coming.
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Submission Name: Spring
