Tuesday, March 7, 2017


Maura says March
wants to be reborn
in Montpelier Vermont
over the greensward grass
ants arrive before nightfall
skiers rush out of their classroom
for one last chance
at Caesar's passage in Latin
you left out on your desk
from the passages context
of the Ides
in the margin for an eerie exam,
we say let the next day decide
yet the woods seem bare,
fawns having a secret rendezvous
on the highest white hills
a bird watcher does surveillance
on the snowy fields
and notices by an icy pond
a cat with a smooth angora skin
almost to boast as if in satin
as an avalanche stares
out from fir branches at him.

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