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April 3, My Birthday

4/3/2015

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A birthday I'd have been delighted to have as a child and did, many times, and apparently still do. All that's been added is the "fifty".

Fifty Seven

I walked in the morning

chopping dirt from snowbanks

cracking ice sheets on pavement

and generally

tidying up winter's wake.


Later I ate

laughed and remembered

smelling flowers and opening presents

and walked poking about

with a stick in mud and weak sunlight


And from the warmth of my home I danced.
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