the Ides of March rear
the road with palm branches leads
the Lamb to slaughter
the Ides of March rear
the road with palm branches leads
the Lamb to slaughter
drinking Tang sunrise
not finding words to describe
nor way to stop flow
don’t be sad my heart
this hour lent to tomorrow
shall return next fall
drizzly spring-ter day
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pair of oranges shoes jogging
the only sign of life
sliver of new moon
cup of humanity’s hope
now gone behind clouds