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POEM A DAY – March 31

This Morning’s Symphony wind chime tingsquirrel screamrobin callvehicle roarnose blowwoodpecker knockblue Jay commandairplane whowhirrrrphone whutingsaw crychildren squealingin the schoolyard And so, we've arrived at the final day in March 2026. How in the heeeeellll?! At least the weather is warming...wearing a strapless summer dress, I am!

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POEM A DAY – March 23

Paris for Breakfast This dreary morningI am at the Les Deux Magotsin Paris, sitting inside, my aching back pushed againstthe burgundy booth, squaretable over my legs like a shield. For sustenance, I order Le PetitDéjeuner Hemingway: eggs, danishjuice, and a café latte. I double-palmthe small white, branded coffee cup like it’s a puny cauldron filled with magic. I… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 23