asphalt and concrete
beaten by winter
broken and cracked
drive across wisconsin
on the first day of spring
trees without leaves
ground without grass
sweeping hills,
dormant dairy farms
and warm wind
ridges and gullies
corn fields and tree stands
woodlots and knolls
an old world anew
a season survived
snow in the shady places
the lady faces west
and up
her eyes and her lips
smothered in sun


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