Chances are
breezes blow
rain washes
geranium grow
my bamboo reaches all dimensions
time is a wash
it is almost April
We nudge on to Spring
With rebirth and renewed hope
just as the ribbons of he kite flow
time does not wait for us
days go
people weave in and out
a week ago my whole family was here
it was such a happy time
I hold the memory as the week flies
into another.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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