... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... experimental ..., ... girl ..., ... heartsick ..., ... home ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... Spring ..., ... the South ..., ... time ...

the last day of winter

the chill
left with
a wimper
and we lie
on backs
in still browned
grasses, lost
amid whirling
contrails of
her departure
this is the
last day of
Winter. another
year lost – yet
we’ve aged
eons.

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