The wet slate
refelects the
diffuse
evening light
the lime trees'
bare limbs
reach into
dusk's
grey-sepia
the
grass
is green, green...
each blade
pricking
through
a raindrop
and
the Blackbird, irritated to
break his
winter celibacy
delivers a Lenten madrigal
from
the television aerial
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