February: Year-day 46

          
                                         
                                          
February: Year-day 46

Across Wayne Road, steel wheels: kids on their skates.
On this side, for most of the afternoon,
four girls play, bug, before they pull up stakes
and I'm under cover, too late, too soon.

Some want to fly kites!  How 'bout a balloon?
A daydream or a nightdream is all it takes.
Have you ever heard the cry of a loon?
If these verses aren't mine, let them be Kate's.

Or yours, perhaps.  This language isn't mine
alone.  So the words appearing here, line
by line, are born from my gray.  When God cleans
His gray-on-gray carpet tomorrow, Joe,
we'll all be treated to the dustball snow
and the thunderstorm.  Come.  Enjoy our scenes.
                                                   
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