Poem by Doniell Cushman
Warm in March
It's rarely this warm in March
So I came outside to sit
Threw on my new Baja hoodie
And listened to the breeze
The birds returning to nest
And my six-year-old screaming that he can't start swinging
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Doniell Cushman, B.A. cum laude