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  • in the morning the hall is full to overflowing with restless energy
    that bursts from time to time in wild chase games
    and flushed faces
    as kids act out
    dramas and roles
    they have never studied

    Last week a rainbow had arced over the city.
    The week before daffodils made their stiff green declarations known.
    The roses are sending out their first red shoots.
    The song thrush at the top of the spruce tries out a new song.
    A bush in a feat of spontaneous combustion, bursts into flower.

    I pause to take in these small signs of spring
    the wind still mutters but its teeth
    are worn and dull
    I pull my coat a little tighter
    Even as the kids shed theirs
    of course I am walking patrol
    and they are chased by robbers or hunting zombies

    the mad march wind gusts across the field
    the sun finds a break in the scudding clouds
    and all of us
    the boys tumbling after the football
    me and my billowing coat
    the high school kids clasping dignity and exam papers
    the girls skipping rope
    all of us are suddenly framed in spring
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