Cracks

March 28, 2008

In the week that winter
yields to spring, the last snow seeps
into the saggy-doored garage, between wide foundation gaps,
through unevenly settled concrete plates, mixing there
with leaves left by late November:
fall sediment that dries, shrinks, then swells and steeps
as thaw replaces freeze, requiring lapsed
rituals of broom and rake, soap and wipe. I clear

a path to reach my sleeping bike;
extract a stack of dingy plastic chairs, once white;
excavate the dog’s ripe backyard waste,
look for crocus, daffodil, lilac
that shoot up and open in a blink; debate whether we ought
to risk geraniums yet; watch for signs of the buried-last-fall cat, heaved back.

by Wendy Vardaman

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  1. March 31, 2008 at 11:00 am

    Really nice one, Wendy!

  2. Lisa Jean
    May 12, 2008 at 10:06 am

    I love this. You captured that moment exactly. I know because I live it too.

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