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Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Potomac Farmhouse Diner Entrées after a Freak Summer Shower
Garnishing the fowl
Broiling, steaming sun
Basted squealers roiling
In a heap of muck served
With relish on the veranda.
Friday, February 14, 2014
A Poem Should Be (10)
Battle-scarred, still
Undying, like that word now
On the tip of your tongue
Long forgotten, dead
To a world waiting to burst
Forth from the rubble
Your speech has become.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Spirited Away
On a day never to be
Forgotten, this day will return
No longer
To haunt you.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Janus-faced
Poker face and all,
Everyone knew he was given
To hiding behind a facade all day.
All for naught!
For no one called his bluff,
No one dared face the thought
Of giving one’s self away.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Reciprocal Gestures of a Different Kind
Love, not taking in
Everything you throw my way
Does not mean I do not appreciate how
You take in everything
I throw your way.
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