Staring out through the broad plate glass at
The clear blue sky cleared by
Notus groaning at an unexpected time and
Wondering when what is causing his ecstasy will
Make its way my way

For now
Nothing is where I can see it
But I can feel it in my bones
Becoming an old man as I am
And the ache is a distraction

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Though the skies are hanging grey
And the fall has fled away
There’s been no snow for children’s play
It’s clear that Jack has been delayed

That Jack has not visited yet
Is not something many regret
But I would never care to bet
That he this place would all forget

As old men drinking coffee know
Jack has appeared and had in tow
A baggage train that caused great woe
And left a mess ere he did go

But forecasts say he will pass by
More oft than not; they give the lie
To wisdom held ‘hind wrinkléd eye
Though kids still hope Jack will come nigh

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It was something we’d known was coming for a while
Kind of hard to miss, really
And it’s likely for the best
He’d not been having a good time of it for some time
Though he still got up
Tail wagging
Last time we were over there
And there’s something to that

He was a good boy
For a good, long while
And he’s worth the tears

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I didn’t win the lottery with
The ticket that I bought from
Proceeds of a scratch-off that
Filled my stocking recently

That matters little enough
I’m used to not having the money
And in the games that really matter
I’ve come out pretty far ahead

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Of the many things the time around the solstice brings
There are many that sit ill with me and with many others
And not only the frantic formic scurrying to
Gather sweetness for a few days’ time that
All too often descends to stinging ass-showing and
Sharp mandibular work that tears and leaves scars

The orgy erupts again and again
Coating all the world in its delight
And provokes from no few their own
Sticky fluids clinging and dripping
Needing more than a few towels to wipe up
And ensuring spreading through the bush as
Seed scatters to the winds

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Already the spring is coiling
Tension building to find release
And propel forward some flower to bloom
Opening again in renewing sunlight
To the delight of those who planted it and
Who yet tend its soil

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The outside world is chill and grey
And damp besides. It stifles play
Schoolchildren would begin today,
But it does not the work allay.

The drops of water come on down;
No sequence clear in it is found,
Nor yet enough that they might drown
Who would depart from this surround.

Xarpo is just passing through
She says, and does not mean to do
So much here, as some might rue.
Soon Jack will bring in something new.

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Feeling weak as
I see the surging muscles
Swelling with flexion
Blood-fueled and
Throbbing as sweat cascades and
Heavy panting at the
Exertions little clad

I remain
Swathed opaquely
Struggling with heavy things in
Hands cramping to hold onto them
Pushing again and again but
Having them surge at my face
At least as often

The others give but passing glances
I turn away from them in shame and
Envy at what they have with seeming ease
While I yet labor for what I never had
And hope perhaps in vain my
Striving amid the smells of oil and sweat
Bodies growing unwashed and glorious
May yet win for me

If there is a race
It has long since passed me by
And even the dust kicked up has
Fallen back to earth
While clouds catch the fading sunlight and
Stars start winking out from the
Spreading cloak of coming night
Drawn to cover the bodies anew

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The opening salvos have been fired
And the new soldiers have been hired
To stand at the front and face the horde
That, not sated by the board
That showed them plenty yesterday,
At a new altar hopes to pray.

The blasts, resounding, echo yet
As that bleak army incurs debt
To press ahead in its campaign
Against who against it complain
But do not act. They lift no hand
To meet or thwart the war’s demand.

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