SPRING
COMING AGAIN....now you know.
Ash
Wednesday traffickers at St. Eleanor's....
Buds
improbably promising to trees,
Even
if snows are predicted by Saturday.
How
much of freshness can you resurrect
When
decades of seasons blend, blunting nerve?
Always,
these days, you think of the quietest war.
The case report: patient's
progress slim....
Appeal to the court will be to
add some days.
Having
had twenty, why not twenty more?
SPRING,
YES....you always know, even
before
The
evidence piles up....and a weariness
(From
drugs debated, delusions reheated, reheard)
Fails
(will fail--must fail) to
block the arising....
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17
February 1999
Copyright
(c) 1999 by Richard P. Richter
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