Signs and Portents

by Tom Edelson

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When an obfuscated surface becomes the clearest mirror;

when I seem to scry a tip of spring
pushing through the winter of Chicago's discontent;

when friends start sprouting in the strangest places,
a phenomenon obeying nothing, save only the Tao;

when Birnam Wood, on the march again,
comes slam up against a riverbank, writhing through Georgia,
while a freak blizzard rages in North Raleigh ...

well, then! I guess it's time.


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This page created: 2009-05-02

This page last updated: 2010-05-06

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