Friday, March 3, 2017


You stare at the calendar
thinking of nana's birthday
when our life in March
evolves from the archives
walking with another
on the arched boulevard
above the river in Vermont
when any hour's birth
of crocus is delayed
we at least want to share
future roses or dahlias
from our gardens on earth,
when time in our nature
may at last later pardon us
from other critical lives
inimical or temperamentally sound
who bait and switch
amid the selfish and betrayed
asking love which is sought today
behind our masks reprimand
may at last disclose its great power
and celebrate our fate,
to be instantly taught
and deliver from the sand
and not to wait
like hidden bulbs underground
about to flower.

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