Primavera

Where have you been 
        hiding, when all I wanted
was to find you? The city
       in early March sends up
rows of new-flowering.
      Someone says cherry
blossom, dogwood,
      forsythia, magnolia. 
I want only cool drinks 
      without the dissonance 
of paper umbrellas, clear  
      pond water after thaw. 
       
      

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