In Search of Spring (a found poem in the signage)

Drawbridge
Up
Mercy
When
Flashing

Vistors
Welcome
on
Sunday
with
caution

Monastery
of the
Precious
Blood
(& Bistro)

Slow
Slow
Slow

Bump

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A found poem, is just that. Words arranged on the page, from words discovered around you. In my case, I took off at 6:00 am yesterday, in the rain, for signs of spring on the first of May. So, I took words from the signs I encountered on the way. Aside from a lone daffodil, and one glorious poplar tree in full bursting joy, it wasn’t immediately apparent that Maine had yet received the message. Writing in the rain, under a store front awning at 6:15 in the morning is about as perfect a start to May as I could ask for though.