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Connections: April 25.18

The tulips languish, sodden,

(those not by rabbit eaten)

jonquils merely leaf

cold-weary, winter-beaten.

A miser’s hand apportions

the flowering of this spring

there’s scant delight in the meadow

and nary a daffy-down-dilling.

But from windless cozy house

a trumpeting four-in-one

sings out to the colorless garden:

“I’ll show you how it’s done!”

It quadruple megaphones

“You can be like me, yay, verily!”

the concerted garden response

comes back somewhat raspberrily.

 

 

With thanks and apologies to Shakespeare.

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Connections: December 17.16

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERABefore I got it opened

it had begun to grow

an intestine-like appendage

with phosphorescent glow.

How gross! I said

Why couldn’t it wait?

What kind of triage?

Am I too late?

Desperate, despondent

I tucked it in a pot

gave it winter sun

and apologized a lot.

Now regarding coolly

my mayhem and my mess

it glories in its own

single-mindedness.

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