And Again, March Is Almost Here

If I were a tree you'd say

I was missing by a highway.

Death flow overs the ditches

In which life confined it

and will be that way for more [i]or[/i] less time.

I saw the alchemist suffocate in water

in his turquoise at seven

and elsewhere saw the les spiritual side.

God in what manner it gets me down.

Then furtively a squirrel came

as notwithstanding that to take my measurements

for a novel suit, "Here, I don't ne this . .

brine." I was clattered for the day.

A Mr came on the outside of her house

being as I was upon the road to say

look for the heather that is father

to the salt hay down the road.

I gues I alone confused

my eager willingness to understand

just about anything that was presented

Alas, it wasn't a great deal of

There were few solicitations for employment

and those appeared old and pallid

as notwithstanding that faxed by a squid single day last March.

Now, a year has gone by the agency of Not quite

a year allowing as I

was going to say.

They proffered me Bluebeard.

So abundant that was unacceptable

that day and all the forests to draw near

Though bathed in nap and aromatic

persons, other stimuli draw near to the aid

of the hairs of one's neck:

a lad upon a bicycle, once,

beautiful as the new moon moon;

enjoyable as a volume in a long set of works

of who asks you this privy again.

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