London Poem: Day 227

1 April

There is no trouble shedding the restless,
Sleepless days,
Everything is locked in a lazy slumber,
Fallen from drooping trees who forget
That spring has come.
There are no answers
To the quiet words fumbling out, but
We pay it no never mind as we sit
During those sparse waking hours
And wait for summer and a world
Of two bridges.

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