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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

New White in the Gloom















New white in the gloom--
Flowers have burst overnight.
(Still, I want to stay).
















Gray and cold today;
Maybe I'll walk half a walk.
(Future lies ahead).
























There are no lilacs;
Rhododendrons are waiting;
Cows present their ass.
















Cold wind up the road;
Goat is peacefully eating.
I keep on trudging.
















Dark skies paint the stream
With moving rippling shadows.
As above, below.


















Broken wooden fence--
Not an act of God or wind,
But a neighbor's car.



















Four trash cans standing
Next to the four mail boxes--
To fill or empty.

















Woods are dull and brown;
No creature rustles in them.
Still they are singing.

























































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