March

Looking past the ice
on the pond, she decides
facts get in the way.
She could fast forward

to spring
with the right attitude.
She’s more afraid of prose
poetry than formal verse

or 140-character chants.
She walks the perforated

line between
with a hot beverage
in her hand and shouts:
Be refreshed.

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