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Sunday, April 28, 2013

365 Poems: Light on water

Day 117

Everyone giddy, like kids let out for recess on  a warm spring day. Wait -- we're close to that, grown-ups maybe, but it's Saturday and it's spring and finally the air feels as it should, and the sun that flickers off the muddy Huron River in Monroeville looks pretty damn good. The play of light, the sun and shadows, the strong line of the bridge, the trees still mostly skeletons but getting fuzzy along the edges. And best of all, the green. Still a rawness to it all, like somebody whose's been beat up but is starting to heal. 







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