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I sprang into spring
this morning.

Thinking, “out-of-the-box”
this Vernal Equinox.

With energy anew
out to Nature, I flew.

The flora I smell
me-thinks, “all-is-well.”

To fauna I sing
at adorable off-spring.

I celebrate both day and night
equality of dark and light.

This one day, with hope renew,
I smile at life, as I pass thru.


TP/MMXVI

Wailin' Walls

"Mr. Gorbachav, tear down this wall."
R. Reagan

"Mexico will pay for this wall."
D. Trump

"I fell off a wall."
H. Dumpty

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The Ides of March are gone
Spring is yet anon.
Tis a day between
that we garb in green.

As Irish Pipes play,
in their unique way.
I wish to you,
in my Emerald hue;

“Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.”


TP/MMXVI

FOG

The fog embraces me
with a wet kiss,
lamp lights glow
as iconic halos.

Black pavement shines
like an Astaire ballroom,
the sound of the fog
is a whisper in my ear.

All scents are filtered
through damp nostrils,
London Fog trench coat
channels Bogart.

My foray into the fog
is the solitude I seek,
like a teenager by a mirror:
“Who am I?”

©TP/MMXVI