Post Script: NPM: April Spray (Poem 4)

Indigo and cherry bloom towards a sky
clear and cobalt as a still brook,
air moist after an April spray.
Balmy winds hold back what should be a bitter day,
lifting up wet strands of hair, and caressing
the skin of my neck.I push back my backpack, enter the building
and miss all the beauty God is showing me.

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