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Sunday, March 1, 2015

A Poem - written while walking along Fourth Neck

An email arrived
Just now alerting me to the 
Quogue Library's early closure
On account of the snow fall it seems
And here I am traipsing around again
Down at the end of Fourth Neck
Notebook in my left hand
And right hand pressing 
Down with a vengeance
As if somehow a firmer
Grip will better fix
The ink to the damp page
While the snow keeps falling
Not so silently in fact
Since I can distinctly
Hear after a great fall
How it pings the
Notebook's pages below

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