colder here than June
is supposed to be, blackbirds
seem not to mind, glad
for puddles in a driveway
reflections muted
by a sunless sky above
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A Tongue Full of Yeses
in the midst of pulling poems from the air,
i find myself caught in cyberspace, a little
breathless...
i'll figure it out eventually--thanks for stopping by
i find myself caught in cyberspace, a little
breathless...
i'll figure it out eventually--thanks for stopping by
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