Reposting this on the first day of spring for my honey Ken.
Let’s get lost in a ditch
where the hoary bindweed grows,
where the sun is at half-mast
and the wind won’t reach our toes.
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A Winter Dream of Spring
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 
Thank you sweetness. The poetry in my life is you, because of you, with you.