OTHER SPRINGS, by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG
First Line: Now I again remember Last Line: In a small boy's hand. Subject(s): Memory; Spring
Now I again remember The winded breath of other springs, A path that shadows made From our apple tree To the playground's edge, Where figures knelt in alley dust, Stabbing marble rings in rough ashes, And heaven was a kite In a small boy's hand.
