Thank God for rhubarb.
Clouds and sun
Come and go
Or maybe it’s me
Opening
Closing
My eyes.
They may indeed
Be stationary.
The wind blows strong
Now it is quiet.
Perhaps it is me
Imagining spring
Hoping for summer
Thinking change
Is on the horizon.
Maybe change
Will blow in.
Lo the rhubarb
Holds true
Anchors the ground
Steadfast.
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