This day in spring
I sweep the summer patio
Free of your winter hair
You were
Our winter dog
'Cause on a winter's day you came
And on a winter's day you left
The corners of the patio
Still hold
Your wispy hairs
They tangle black
In the bristles of my broom
My winter girl
You never cared for summer
But I
I cared for you
And as I sweep away your hair
I cry.
May 2013
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