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Signing Late Winter

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Signing Late Winter

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The sky is blue

As an observer,

A romantic,

Or a child might say

At last

And with a sigh:

It’s been white

Or gray for a while

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A lithe tree branch

Dances against the window

I can’t hear it for

The distance,

Though I’m sure there’s

Scraping

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Asking to come in

Or better yet

Inviting me

For company

To go out

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C L Couch

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Blossom

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Five Minutes Monday Morning

Five Minutes Monday Morning

 

Eleven fifty-five,

What’s left?

Coffee made, suburban meaning

More?  Well, make a list,

Check—check the list

 

How much of it’s repeated?

Breathe in, breathe out

Better now the weather’s changed

Autumn’s here at last, I think

Cooler, clearer air

 

Or I can pretend

How much of the difference is inside?

 

But there’s anxiety in the pit

Well, it’s Monday morning

 

I used to read five-minute mysteries;

Five-minute words—I

Believe it could be worse

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