Fell off the back of a truck,
In the State of Alabama.
Sack in arm, he snatched her
off the ground.
“I waste half my life,
to track her down.”
Patsy flinched when the empty Coke bottle
glanced off the register.
It’s great to be able to go for my morning and afternoon walks again. My dogs were happy to be out and about. It was very funny to watch Wilbur the Basset Hound with his new booties.
Sidewalk corner walk
Cold desire
Stop for grimy truck
Quickly faceless girl
Hustles by.
Windy breeze sails grow
Sun and faith pulls my desire
Waves of snow clear the view
Swiftly courageous Wilbur
Pushes through.
Cold winter walks
Raven calls overhead
Dumping his backpack
as he rolls in the breeze
The spruce trees tire
from their loads of snow
Silence falls in its shower
A number that changes – often
But we Indians are use to being numbers
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