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Thursday, April 24, 2008

Criss Crossing Shadows


Cow moos in the door;
Kid tries to hump his sister--
Morning in barnyard.

Basset in the yard
Thinking hard about something;
Thoughts don't come easy.









Smell of burning wood
Seems out of place this morning;
My stomach flip flops.

Geared up like space men
With coarse roaring instruments
They work on the lawn.








Criss crossing shadows
Curve with the bend in the road;
Cloudless sky is blue.

Wild daffodils
Grow in cluster near the marsh.
There's strength in numbers.

Hopping near the bush
The robin catches my eye
Like a rippling breeze.












Still in the tree's crotch
Phone book survives one more year
Numbers extinguished.




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