wake up

March breathed.
the buds trembled.
a girl sat on an empty lawn, watching
the purple puffs of the everlasting
clover. a dream of wild stallions,
glinting sun, flickered through
the slatted fence. in the clattering
wind, she heard hooves, eyes rolling. but

it was just the trees
straining for green and
a hibernating lawn,
yawning.

copyright 2006 Laura E. Bontrager
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