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Rains of Rancor
“If you re not already dead, learn to forgive--rancor
is unbearably heavy; die light.”--John Paul Sartre.
The calendar tells me it’s Spring,
so I suppose it has to be;
flowers blossom, which does please me--
but in my yard, sun’s not shining;
just lots of rain, weather’s disdain--
making me want to be flying
to Tropics; with my bones warmingthe calendar tells me it’s Spring.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub MTB