Acrimony of the spring sun,
a warmth that chills you
the cold words and feelings streaming mentally through you
and the glory of Easter fading, evading.
Memories and challenges scalp your nervous system
ever nervy, not breathing right, tight shouldered, fight or flight.
Jaggedly, you stroll,
ricocheting off the temple
and the stone walls.
Fresh snow against a blue sky.
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