Ineluctable

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Ineluctable

Whether it be
cheery blackberry blossoms
festooned with thorns,

or those damned weeds snaking
from the fissures they created
in your driveway,

or your inexorable need to fly
in some of your dreams,

the end of March overrides
the dun doldrums of winter’s sting,
as from the rotting aged root,
a new one will spring.


Glenn Buttkus

March 2012

Posted over on G-Man's Flash 55 Friday

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