Hermes of the Ways –H.D.


The hard sand breaks,
And the grains of it
Are clear as wine.

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And Life Goes On As It Has Always Gone On – Diane Lockward

Snow and then more of it and just when spring
seems possible, a blizzard leaves you powerless.
Your flowers in bud expire.
Children ring your doorbell and disappear.

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Millions – Lindsay Tigue 
    There were uncounted millions of the beasts—hundreds of millions,
we forced ourselves to believe.
—Frank H. Mayer, The Buffalo Harvest

I can’t force myself to believe in any old
 ——————-almanac, that the best days for fishing
 —–will come mid-March, that fog in January
 ——————————brings a wet spring.


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