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Grip March 17, 2014

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
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Hold on. It’s got to be over soon, right? Christine reported red-winged blackbirds two days ago. I’ve seen no signs of them. (Starling until proven blackbird.) But it has to be soon. Temperatures are plunging again tonight. Everyone, it seems, has been somewhere warm this winter, somewhere tropical, but not me. I’m starting to lose it, a little. I try to envision warmth again, but it’s hard—it’s more memory than forward-thinking/believing. I am agnostic about everything: spring, blackbirds, my ability to hold a plank for multiple minutes. Nothing good seems likely, only perhapsish. Do things happen again because they’ve happened before? Do peepers exist, or are they mythical? How much longer can fingers keep curled around metal in this dead hang?

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1. Mali - March 18, 2014

Wonderful. And yes, you will be warm again. Hang in there. The warmth is slowly seeping out of this hemisphere and into yours. Sigh.

2. Dona - March 20, 2014

I know what you mean IB. As soon as we get a hint of spring it becomes winter again. Happy first day of spring, by the way. Hope it actually happens.

3. Eulalia Benejam Cobb - March 20, 2014

I was just thinking of peepers this morning, like something in a dream from long ago. And yes, happy first day of spring.

4. Helen - March 28, 2014

I don’t know, maybe it won’t be over soon; perhaps we’ve been plunged into a rapid-onset ice age. My advice is to let go and plunge into a vat of mulled wine.


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