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Thirteenth Saturday
Daffodils trust spring,
Flare into bloom on hillsides.
Hope they're right this time.
On pilings, two ducks
Clean feathers. He hops back in,
Paddles, waits for her.
Black-clothed fluid shape
Flows through tai chi form beside
Still-skeletal tree.
(And from yesterday, in Bowling Green, Ohio, for Doris Ann:)
Bad tea in foam cup;
But through hotel window, field
With soaring blackbirds.
Flare into bloom on hillsides.
Hope they're right this time.
On pilings, two ducks
Clean feathers. He hops back in,
Paddles, waits for her.
Black-clothed fluid shape
Flows through tai chi form beside
Still-skeletal tree.
(And from yesterday, in Bowling Green, Ohio, for Doris Ann:)
Bad tea in foam cup;
But through hotel window, field
With soaring blackbirds.
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