Driving north
the trees lose
their small
individual buds
and if you look
closely
that is through
window blur
it appears that
colors change
to bare branches
fingering
the sky but
don’t lose hope
for by virtue
of the blur
it all becomes part
of the same
hand waving
you along
to where
the season
hasn’t even
begun yet
but it will and
you know this
because
the colors don’t
evaporate
or run
they only change.
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