Melt
The hardest part is the thaw -
when the ground that had cracked
from the cold and then froze
that way
heats, begins to seep,
turning soft.
The streets are grey
with slush but
not enough to cover
piles of shit that were made
and left, and cigarettes strewn
onto lawns,
once buried by the snow.
You say you love
the grey pavement, the brown grass,
the way there is a bit
of everything:
the smell of old ground
and warmer air.
What was covered
and what is coming.
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