( Silent City Patriotism )

Oh, crying baby,
one floor below, what know you
of this world's sorrows?
What bellows! Would that my trials
were so easily resolved.

The lovely Google doodle of Audrey Hepburn on what would have been her 85th birthday.


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My umbrella was
turned inside-out more than once.
Such are storms this month.
Let's count ourselves lucky, for
these are yesterday's twisters.

Chilly mornings yet.
The trees still bud and flower
in firm defiance.
Spring will come, and too quickly
surrender to the summer.

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A very old man
with enormous wings has died,
but his magic lives.
Adiós, García Márquez,
su pluma un tesoro.

How chilly the day,
still, but daffodils defied
the late frost and stand,
green buds on bush and tree branch
banners of spring's victory.

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Raise a glass and toast with me!
La Chienne Fifi is history!