the spring mist

week 79 perfect poet award from poets rally, for week 80, I nominate

crayfish

the spring mist plays violin,

sending bach notes to mozart’s ears,

along oxford street, near lake Michigan,

a boy bends down curiously,

wondering about the icy frost,

as the morning bell rings jingly,

asking him to join his friends for a merry-go-round ride.

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