late March shivers north wind
and piles of snow linger
in this ungraceful sun
and ice shatters under foot
we ask when will this novel end
and let spring unlock the door
yes we built a quincy in December
and still it stands unblemished
a rabbit hole to permanent winter
yet we know summer will come
with C02 warmed heat
all a part of this new world order
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