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Monday (poem 7)



Small dogs blow down the street like leaves,

their small heads bobbing. The children shine

on their way to school, sails adrift amidst blacktop


and metal. I read them the way mystics

read tea leaves. The signs all portend

spring. Observe: the tulips yearn toward


blossomed branches, which wag and ripple in the wind.

The mountains dance on the horizon, festooned

with snow and ribbons of grass. I want to sing


my sorrows like an ode: Oh, Spring,

you are too much with me, late and soon,

your sunshine dogs my day, the long beams


lapping at my  legs; you run recklessly

over my desire to gripe and moan.

Oh Spring, you successfully seduce me. 


(for this poem, I came up with a list of verbs and then I just chose a form)

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