Yours Truly 2016 / Cascadia College / Bothell, WA | Page 73

Green

Robyn Ferret
In the March night my windows found three dimensions;
new leaves uncurl in the light and surge toward squinting eyes.
A pattern familiar as sleepy feet on morning tile, and still as
startling—so many months of empty air now realized, infusing
each lung with popsicles, bonfires, kites, chlorine, Disneyland.
After school, boys and girls are struck, studying each other—
I watch them tilt their chairs back and twine their legs together,
trade headphones, blush over the books in their laps. Born
this morning in tree branch cradles, ready to feel this rustling
and bursting, when they gulp this first air of spring every year.

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