Lara’s Return

The cruellest months are April through to March...

For though I don't know much about a gain
Or loss of time & atoms, bangs both small 
And big, eternal recurrence, steady state
Or chaos theory, meteor strikes & all
That crazy jazz, I feel a nagging pain
Which seems sad pleasure too, & cannot hate
It's frissons, yet I gasp & sigh & parch
For lack of Lara, hunger, long & yearn
Within this twilight limbo zone she left us, 
Missing too the stars & moon & sun
Which all went out & fled away to Texas
With her, keeping her in tune & fun, 
But coming back this spring in safe return...

L. A. Barron


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