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March Came In
by Ken HarnischMarch came in like a lion
And I showed him the door
Having just had the rugs shampooed
And the windows cleaned
By the service down the road.
The skies were blue and gray
In alternating patterns,
Sort of like my bathroom;
The clouds reminded me of toilet tissue
Unspooled from the roll.
I should not, at this date,
Be blowing in my hands
So much. The buds which
Falsely speak of spring
Have had the decency
To hide, and not spread
Lies about the seasons
Changing on the Ides.
I turned on cable and
Saw A-Rod hit a homer
And all I could do was wonder
If it were steroids, or the
Weather, that was
The author of his swing.
He will be here soon enough
Playing on Elysian Fields
Whose seats I cannot afford
And whose possession
I stopped coveting some
Time ago.
I am getting old, or else
I need a new diversion.
But she is just a dream
And for now, my fevers
Have been subsumed
By the bite of the lion
And the snow inside my shoes. 03/04/2009 Posted on 03/04/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/04/09 at 02:59 PM Cute write Ken and put together very well. I'm glad I'm down in Myrtle Beach but it wsa 25 degrees when I rose this morning. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/04/09 at 04:59 PM You painted quite a picture here of someone ready for spring and a little dismayed with the weather, I love the 3rd st, all in all this poem made me take the time to log-in and say March Madness will take its toll in many ways but this is so poetic. smh |
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