Having Reckoned with the Second Month

Having reckoned with the second month,

spelunking through the caves of February winter,

Twenty-Sixteen soon will be the sprinter March requires

to run the course toward Spring to bring the opening

to everything beyond – particularly through

to Summer of which all years seem to be most fond.

Desires will be met and left in Fall – then swallowed

by a cold return to the illusion we have had it all –

heralding the heaven of the unforeseen –

dismembering December into Twenty-Seventeen.








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