Friday, April 03, 2009


It’s April.
Snow’s melting.
River’s crackling,
Geese are searching
For open water.

And I am remembering
Miss Cade the principal
Who wouldn’t let us eat outside
Until the first buffalo bean
Was found blooming brightly in the schoolyard.

She feared we would get piles
From sitting to eat on cold cement
And never unveiled the mystery
Of what piles were anyway.

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