The Ides of March
The ides of March sing consideration
for widows who must accept that new name.
The guides of March bring realization:
life, as it was, will never be the same.
The tides of March trace recalibration
as adjustments to the world we re-frame.
I confide this March in my Salvation.
Where do skeptics go in grief’s waiting game?
The offsides of March face deliberation.
mistakes made, can we move on without blame?
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