Objects
Gathering objects /
Scattered and forgotten /
Spring and beauty found.
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Garden
Garden objet d’art /
Among the flowers of Spring /
Man’s discards reborn.
Asleep upon her throne /
The cat who came to dinner. /
All that was without /
Now purrs deep within her./
Approach upon bended knee /
Should you be around /
And be sure your face /
Is suitably pointed down.
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Resistance is futile
Yes, I am a stray. /
Feeding me is encouraged. /
Petting discouraged.
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Colors
The colors of stars /
Constellations in bloom /
Heavens underfoot.
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Hanging around
Cold hanging around /
cleaving its final moments /
to buds come too soon.
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Green leaf
My green, four-leaf pills./
Am I Irish enough? /
I swallow my pride.
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Buds
Early morning buds /
brave Spring’s light and cruel caress. /
Tomorrow blooms.
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The nose
The nose knows no no’s. /
Olfactory exploring. /
The damp detective.
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Active
Active head rest /
Surely, the car makes a jest. /
I laugh as air bag crests.
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