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Diesel Eddy  

Book three of impromptu trilogy.

  The Evening Light Akin to March


I enjoy the way the pageant of March begins
as one dreary thing, and then stops to rest
as something else.  I like the way its clouds
break into heady banks, when the rain stops,

and the light moves in, swiftly, and illumines
in the exact sense of the word.  I like the grass
and the still-leafless trees, and the way
girls act—all of which demands a certain patience

not readily available to men.  Still, I like
the way it makes me feel; I like the way
the light will take a brick wall, a field of grass,
or a woman's neck.  I like the senselessness

of beauty and the increasingly apt way it persists—
reflective, shapeless, a shine upon standing water.



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