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Feb 2020
with no snow here

there are no tracks

like you see

yet

i notice scratchings

around the sprouting

bulbs and smile

it does not matter which i prefer

flowers or creatures for the choice

is not mine

there are also little holes

here and there .the hope

is all are snug

i too have a break soon

to be quiet

with company

talking is ok yet we let

too much free. things

we felt were precious and particular

and are judged thereby

when i said i do not care

what they think, i think

that is true

after all we mostly do not know

what they think anyhows, only

what they say

then that can be lies

we do not have coyotes

here
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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