A quiet morning,
The coolness brings to an end
The weeklong heat wave
There's no dew on the brown grass
Under the cloudless sky
The neighbors gather
To see the newborn triplets
And the new parents
At the Center for the Arts
The class for knitting begins
Under the full moon
The steady September wind,
A strange melody
He hums Gregorian Chant
Though he's not aware of it
How the temperature
Has fallen rapidly,
New ice on the pond
Some litter skitters across
The empty intersection
Sunday, 3 A.M.
Yesterday has passed away
Dawn is not yet here
The tight buds on the plum tree
And late February air
Stirs, but then settles,
As if spring is reluctant
To bring its changes
Without telling anyone
She visits an empty church
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