On tiptoe I tiptoe from tip to toe
creeping along keeping leaking places plugged
peaking through the windows in the wallpaper
wiggling toes and tipping the tops of trees with bright red paint
and wishing a world of gray gone and summer here.
Tantalizing glimpses of June trying to break through the cracks in the clouds of March
give little smiles a place to hang their hats
as one by one, they tiptoe into place.
-Anna Chatillon-Reed
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