Spring comes out of The mere imperative Of blind nostalgia For the future I spent the day In self imposed Lock down unpacking Books from the attic Onto dusty shelves Just pushing the dust To the back only to be Seen again if I move But I have no plans Of doing that Unless it is required By external events They say someone held A wedding in the park Yesterday in Boston Anyway so life went on Even though the streets Were so deserted If you tried you could hear The flowers bloom But there was no one there to try
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