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Though we journey to the West We pray to the East More or less that's the way Each day begins and ends It’s a tale everyone ...

Thursday, April 14, 2016

A Sure Sign of Spring

Just like a dream
Breaking through
From another realm
The first stalk of asparagus 
Emerges from its bed
With no thought of
Turning back now

If not now when
I hear it now and again and
See it everywhere around me
In the garden growing
As the present perseverates
Into an extended poem

Written in accordance
With a grammar that
Mutates each time you
Turn a corner or enter
A new phase of the song

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