Lina Jamison
art : poetry : essays
Monday, May 23, 2011
When it rains...
When it rains on Victoria Day,
into the Conservatory I fly
and dance with the spring butterflies.
I sing a not-so-merry song 'til fall
when my feet stand still on ice
and wait to stomp again in the rain
... come next Victoria Day.
Jamison/23/05/2011
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