The first warm breeze
on the last day of February
causes the city
a sigh of relief
after a grim winter,
a war next door,
dry wells,
unaccompanied underage refugees
and fentanyl addicts.
This poem doesn't have a message.
It's about
that first warm breeze
on the last day of February
after a grim winter.
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Author:
Norman Flagtea (
Online) - Published: February 27th, 2026 11:16
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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