In a day of a year
When  March  winds
Collide with rain spots
Dotting pavements
I sit
In a pine cafe
While-away  the
Time  till I attend a
Rendezvous  in some
Hallowed  hall where
I have never been.

I sit considering
All of the leavings
The  sadness
The  carrying the movings
The  doing the won
The  lost the burdens
And  the long gone

Consider  my remaining time
Forlorn,  sanguine; I know
Here  a day of resolution
When   all thoughts all pasts
Collide in random confusion
I sit
Considering the
Bareness  of my heart
On  how  I play the part
So  well.
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