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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Mike Dillon

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In March

A stone-gray winter.
A cold warehouse of the spirit.
Yet the calendar's second flip
comes to this — pink plum blossoms
bitten out against the gray-cold
that sweeten whatever
innocence remains in your aging bones.
Say if the blossoms aren't here
for us just to pass by — what then?
You step before them once more
to stand in a right silence.