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January 12.20

The greening of the lavender

along the garden border

in April welcomed cordially,

in January, out of order.

We’re doused with April showers,

winter coats hang limp in closets;

there’s dank insinuation

that such misplacement posits.

Winter April such as this

seems not at all auspicious;

gardeners grow no seedlings

but only more suspicious.

Winter can be bitter,

and gardeners hate the wait,

but they worry when the earth

seems to de-regulate.

Meanwhile, though, they slog around

amid the muddied swells,

rejoicing through a happy nose:

how good the wet earth smells!

 

 


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Connections: June 18

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAFifty years

is a long, long time

unless you’re Centaurus

or a diamond mine.

So half a century

of lives intertwined

should be noted

exploded

confetti’d

and dined.

A toast to the couple

my friends Bill and Donna

resounding happy wishes

from their

wizened Maid of Honor.

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Connections: January 16

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAI can’t see the lines

but I do see the signs:

five lavender

a mum

and the sewer.

The sidewalk is there

though you cannot see where

it’s frozen tundra

over and undra

the lavender

the mum

and the sewer.

You’ll get to the door

if you crawl on all fours

do not stray

but follow the way

of the lavender

the mum

and the sewer.

You might shrug and say

“I’ll come back in May”

and choose to retreat

while still on your feet.

I’d be full of woe

 to see you go

 but consider you wise

to spurn icy demise

amid lavender

mum

and the sewer.

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