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Saint John Rivera 32-bar four-couple strathspey --serpentine
an egg fried in creamon a homemade tortillawith fresh salsa
on the wirea lone pigeonagainst the grey sky
always worth readinganything by the authorPercival Everett
the soiled matbeneath my snow-covered bootswelcomes me home
putting on his hatthe old man stares out the windowat his snow-covered garden
roads are treacherousas the storm continues, but, aaahh ...the ice covered trees
the snow won't stopand the old man wonders --will my daffodils ever bloom again?
no traffic lightsthe darkest skiesmy little town
tiny twinklesled by Venus and Moonbreak through the darkness
seed casingsdecorate the snowunder the bird feeder
i search the housefor the source of a new squeak--it's the birds outside!
full logging truckrumbles by on Route 2--the house shakes
as tadpole becomes frogso boy becomes man--without even tryin
on the cornera willow and a fire hydrantcompete for water
once our homenow a guest room--triangle trailer
just a perfect daydrink sangria in the parkcelebrate Lou Reed
after four hoursthe snow turned to rain--no plow needed
folk rock on the speakersgreen chile stew on the stovesnow in the yard
sparing the plowand the environment--no-till gardening