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Connections: February 2.17

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THE CURMUDGEON POET ON GROUNDHOG DAY

I don’t get it

I never will

what’s with this oracular

Punxsutawney Phil?

I can never remember

if it’s shadow or sun

let alone why a groundhog

tells our weather fortune.

Why do people need

a brass band to decide

what I can figure out

by just looking outside?

The creek is cold metal

the wind is a dirge

the slightest green

has yet to emerge

and poets bemoan

Little Cal to Suwannee

how few things rhyme

with Punxsutawney.

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