A Sunday in February

Determined as I was to stay inside,
I lasted seven hours. Then the sun
invited me to walk – not far or wide
and nothing even hinting at a run.
Suggestion of the coming vernal tide
beguiled me to witness everyone
on sidewalks in my budding neighborhood.
And sure enough, the amble did me good.

(Ottava Rima)

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