March 15

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He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.


Beware the ides of march
a blunt bit of soothsaying

still vague as rain
but more than most

of us get–


a proper rain today
the lawn waterlogged

sober and calm

I underestimate the gray
and its singular

inward focus


the flute-like call
of some bird

falls through
an open window

almost cold enough out
to warrant shutting it

but the keen
throaty aria

gives me pause


nothing moves
besides the rain

drops triggering branches
beading on the eaves

a natural caesura
it would be a mistake

to play through it


but then again
and for what little

they are worth
the only presentiments

we listen to
tend to be our own



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