"Spring Term"

by Jeph Johnson

 

the fragrant breeze
   this violet morning
   springs sunny long shadows
as a leaflet shoots skyward
   through the skeleton of snow
her hair frames her cameo
and I search for a smile
she looks up at me a while
      then back to the page
with no emotion, joy or rage
      oblivious to my fixation
she picks up her book and leaves

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