The roses bloom
in the Spring

In the court yard
full of blooming roses
A blind soldier
talks to me

About going back
to Wyoming tomorrow

Where the ice

Off the ponds

We no longer need
is now melting
Off the ponds

We no longer need
to break through the ice
To water our horses

Chris Lovette
Tucsan, AZ
January 2107

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