Spring

I leaf through drifts of paper assigning letters like decoration.

Connected to each letter is a life a dorm room a Facebook page a beating heart a family eagerly awaiting .

My fingers move across a keyboard calculating

The sun rises and falls in wider swaths each day

The drifts melt and then accumulate again

I look up from my desk and see

a lovelorn face

a wall of bricks

branches with their promises of blossoms.