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The Conservation of Verse
The ides of April find me
short on poetry,
at least of my own making.
As a crone of waning moon
resources are conserved,
for joy more than utility.
That which brings light is welcomed,
words sparse but far more intense,
weighed against the measure of time.
©2019 Noreen Braman
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