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Dear William

DEAR WILLIAM

Blooming before us
Daffodils remain speechless
For what are words worth?

Marching Or Hobbling?

MARCHING OR HOBBLING?

Time’s mysterious mysteries
Reveal themselves slowly
And only a bit at a time
Just as shy teen maidens

Poesy, its heralds likewise
Sweet William and daffodils
Shook Shakespeare awake
Romantics now called the shots!

This town today, Cockermouth
Resonates with connections
Largely leapfrogging steam
Safely retaining its fertility

Presently social mediates creation
Advising: seek Like or Comment
Masked insidious cattle prods
Torchbearers disdain and bleed

No past nor future not imaginary
Writer, reader, listener one breath
Caught riding the crest of the wave
In hopes of grasping immanence

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