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Poemasabi Feb 2013
I seem to buy disposable socks
I buy them
I wear them
I put them in the laundry basket

I never see them again

Ever
Poemasabi Feb 2013
Weary snow banks are pixilated by drops of rain on my window.
Poemasabi Feb 2013
Why does the titmouse
flick from feeder to clothes line
with his small beak still empty?

Titmouse does this as
your face is in the window
the face of a grumpy bear
Was doing some reading and thought I'd try a new form.
Poemasabi Feb 2013
Late season snow falls through warm air and briefly lies doomed by daffodils.
Poemasabi Feb 2013
February cold sneaks beneath my floor and grabs bare feet through tile
Poemasabi Feb 2013
Bitter north wind propels beach sand across the shell of a late infant
Poemasabi Feb 2013
young talons on a snowy roof mean no small beaks at the feeder below
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