Yesterday’s Priorities

The first day of spring.
Too distracted to look
for robins in the yard
but time enough
to store away small facts:
For example,
Ibsen, as a young boy
living poor in the country
performed magic tricks
to distract himself from
Real Life. Some tricks
never grow old.

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