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White snow on bare black trees
underneath a slate-grey sky
that I'm tempted to call glorious.
Small green flying insect
neon-bright, and fluttering in the sun
that comes through the window of the #15 bus.
Fr Best singing the Salve Regina in Latin
because it is May, the month of Our Lady,
and saying "vair-go" instead of "veer-go."
The lachrymose quality shared
by the Cure's "Just Like Heaven"
and Scarlatti's "Mesto, stanco, e spirante."
The smell of cigarette, cigar, or pipe smoke
on a slightly chilly October-November day.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2024-09-13 at 07:54
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