Kierkegaard in the Sunken Garden

My final semester of school
I sat outside with my metaphysics class

it was a spring day in January

leaves blew through our lecture
and flew through the grass like broken birds
below the clouds cut by jetstreams

there was still a big dirty ball of snow
and girls in pretty sundresses dropping frisbees
all at once

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