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Saturday, May 23, 2015

Almost Memorial Day

Oh what's to become of us
Now that Memorial Day
Is all but here and gone
Yet neither the earth
Nor I stand ready
To receive summer

The cherry blossoms are
Barely gone leaving me staring at
A few glaring bare patches on the lawn
And the fig tree’s leaves
Still remain unfurled
From end to end there
Is endless and growing work
Waiting to be done

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