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Friday, March 18, 2005

Crows caw to music;
Young mother opens barn door;
Spring tapping its feet.

Green moss covered rocks;
The stream sparkles around them;
Snow is receding.

Old dog in the sun
Lies, pants and blinks happily.
Is winter over?

The empty red swing
Suspended above the snow
Patiently waiting.

Pickup truck passes;
A strong blast of tobacco.
Cigarette on wheels.



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