spring

i heard the worst words possible
form on your lips
before you even spit them out
before you tried so desperatley to
get them back,to -grasp.
like a cheap wine
that got mixed up,in that stash of imports
stolen,sto-away
a thoughtfull gift
I saw the lowest of lows and the best of the best
small talk and a nursery ryhme
just one more story
and christmas reminds me of
waiting
and spring reminds me
of sowing and reeping