recycled thoughts and speeches artificially bland ~
spring’s weeds hardly admirable tenacious or not ~
weary, the Ides longing to feel the sunshine again ~
alone and free no longer longing to feel secure ~
jovial in spite of rain in my raincoat ~
the breath of baby sleeping reassured ~
drop off jealous of the moms who say hello ~
March “break” the melancholy sours ~
fed up– beneath fresh snow more snow ~
death by daylight savings fragile concept of time ~
