DEVASTATIO
THE DEVASTATIO
Now used to Winter’s wasteland
we stagger into Spring Cherry blossoms
corrupted covering our streets
In bankrupt daze of Summer we’ll
run from all that blue: umbrellas canopies
pools and Margaritas O false beatitude
Winter our beloved & infuriating Queen
will not be seen for 183 days So here is a clue
city-dweller: quarry the light fill your cups & barrels
Greet the coming rigor mortis as royalty & you will survive
once more with your little white face to witness the return
of Spring! March 21st 2015
When terrified spring flowers shudder at our feet
Your winter-devastations likely the best thing about
you will stubbornly retreat
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SPRING 2014