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March 2006, no. 279


March 2006, no. 279

I stare from my study window into trees.

Considering all things, I watch the first snow spill

White seeds across the rubble where the barn

Towered over us with its cracked spire

For almost half a century until

Some feckless pot-head changed

The whole thing into fire.

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