Broken Rainbows

New grass–
first cut scents the season.
Spring is early this year;
no ice to melt,
no streams are overflowing,
no lawns are jello.
There’s just bare limbs budding
and the velvet beneath our feet.
How carelessly we crush it,
shattering symmetry of dew drops
that some would say
are tears.

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