The wind whips white dresses
like
sails on oceans of green grass,
and
suddenly it is spring
as
young ladies from the red wooden schoolhouse
dance
and pass between the mountains,
between
winter and fall,
and
all the mayhem that sun can bring
adorns
the falling curls of maidens set free.
Amen
to spring that such latitude
can
swing wide the door to debtors prison
and
free the soul that for a spell
was
etched in winter’s glass.
~William Hammett
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