March | Linda Pastan

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"March"
Linda Pastan

It is a season
of divorce.
February ends
abruptly.
Oak trees which have fiercely
held to their leaves
all winter
suddenly
let go.
Our friends
tear apart.

We married so young.
I think of pictures
of Asian princes
betrothed at five,
their enormous eyes
accepting anything.

In the woods
dogs nose among emptied burrows,
bark at the silence.
Don’t leave now.
We have almost
survived
our lives.