thin high clouds, early april
out walking under a veiled spring sky
my blood’s
feeling sluggish and laden
full with dirty melt water
full of old cholesterol
oily residues of old memories, old stress
wool and sweat
come on come on
warm me up warm me up
the sun finally feels warm again
but the wind’s still cold
this cold so old so old
rugs left out flapping in the sun now
t-shirts worn like flags
pops of skateboards over my street’s curb cuts now
each day’s light a little longer
but each night still the smell of chimney smoke
the sun warms the tips of my ears the tips of my ears now
another year
my desires for change like green shoots
waiting for that day i can finally crack
both windows
and feel that first breath
of cross ventilation
feel my shiverings end
feel my sweating begin
heat flow 