I have written standing in the snow
in the bitter cold of the winter
in the high winds of fall and
in the rains of all seasons
but today I stand in short sleeves
no jacket
feeling as
if I am in a tropical place yet it is New Jersey in late December
Yesterday
was warm and scores of robins flew around not knowing which way to go
but today
there are no robins this tepid morning
Where have they gone?
The only thing I can see and hear is the wild squawking
of the Canadian geese down yonder
and the breezes from the treetops
Oh baron trees
Oh melting ice
Oh soggy ground
I ask
What have we done?
These gentle raindrops do not know
but in this moment
there is no mystery
What have we done?
The sky is getting darker and darker as these rain clouds
roll on by
What have we done?
What have we done?
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