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Friday, January 04, 2013

Visual Rebus

 

Snow on the birdhouse
But there are no birds within;
Just a round small door.


 


Bars on my front porch?
No, just the railing against snow--
An open prison.



A pastoral scene:
Olivia, snow and barn
With one bird chirping.



Icicle shadows
Hanging from the farm house roof,
Transparently dark.


 

Wheeling in the sky
Two black birds lead and follow.
It looks like a game.



St. Francis in snow
Pays no mind to the season;
Just stands there watching.


 

Windows through windows;
Seeing in is seeing out--
Visual rebus.



 

He didn't get caught,
That driver drinking his beer;
Bottle testifies.


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