February And Beyond

The House of the Chopped Man

A  landscape hides both deeds and plans for them:
all March dripped glossed dissolve, bonds to unglue -
something of a new year’s resolution,
deferred the first time, but grim moods renew.

I did feel wrung, even in glugging spout,
tannic, virus-compromised, dragging shoe;
and you, close-lidded, pressured and strung out,
your far children ill, essays hard to do.

Oh, strange wheels clicked within clogged cogs of spring:
from gushing stop-tap, water flooded through
the Norfolk house, at Easter, far from you.

That cold drove into us and did its thing:
wind-stunned with children on sunned-dune purlieu,
the team that saved one home could not save two.

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