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June 3.20: Coping

In solemn grace

amid death’s drums

something beautiful

this way comes.

 

 

With thanks to Shakespeare

and to whatever benevolence

sent the swans to the pond.

 

In no way, dear reader, do I intend this to be some saccharine comment

about how things aren’t as bad as they seem:

things ARE as bad as they seem.

But sometimes there’s a moment of reprieve.

 

 

 

 


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April 15.20: Coping

Yesterday was awful

it started freezing cold

news blizzards swirled around me

I felt beat up and old.

The only thing to do

before I oxidized

was check the windswept pond

for life more civilized.

It seemed I had new neighbors,

two couples, more’s the merry;

I think they’re blue-winged teals —

how very salutary!

 

 

Do you know, dear reader?

Am I becoming duck-savvy?

I grieve to say my buffleheads have not come back.