do not generalize the month
of March as the summer sun
there are surprises now with
the idiosyncrasies of time
changes here and there and
everywhere. I have seen this
hot high noon and suddenly
it rains so hard, an overflow
of the canalized emotions &
from the sky there flowed the
flowers for the dead, the songs
of sorrow, live lamentations.
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