March - Poem by RIC BASTASA

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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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 22, 2009

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