MAKING UP WORDS

I woke this morning to find the kitchen calendar turned over like a leaf,
New month, new day, sun coming in through the windows and the turtleneck
Hot and itchy on my back. My sister rides her bicycle sidesaddle in the driveway,
Pedaling with one foot. And somehow all this came to happen
While I wasn't looking, the new crocuses sprouting right beyond
My blinders, spring turning over into summer outside where the air
Buzzes with heat from the sun's new rays. Poems come to me
In pieces, half a line, one phrase, one syllable at a time. Like a tortoise
Stirring in the mud, still half-dreaming, waking slowly out of hibernation.
My sister's singing; her bicycle wobbles. The asphalt burns my feet.
And I'm walking along the driveway, listening to her voice, making up words.


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