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Spring.

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

Yeah, T.S., I know what you you mean. Only you forgot to mention that in addition to the deeper angst of resurrection, there's the mundane angst of what-do-I-wear, will-it-be-snow-rain-or-sunshine-today?

When I first started dating Quick, I judged her for having too many coats. I said, half in admiration, half in disgust, "You have a coat for every day of the week!" Now I have the same. And I still never know what to wear.

In Maryland, a water taxi tipped over, plunging about 30 people into 40-degree water. Three are still missing and probably dead. I want to write a poem for them: "For the three dead in the Maryland water taxi accident". It's not darkness exactly that sews up my mouth, though. Distraction, perhaps, is the better word. That, and my inner critic, who says "What about all the dead civilians in Iraq, Afghanistan? What about them?