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Spring Run-Off

by Ruth Berman


Melting snow

Runs twisting down the lines

Of sodden yellow grass

Singing in the messy spring

Past old leaves, dogshit,

Unmatched mittens


Lines of grass

Comb the flow—

Bend light in cold water


Colors gleam

Over the tiny distances of crest and trough

Flickering to the deadgrass melody

Of the thaw

Running through

Lawns and gutters

Down the rivers

To the sea