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"Corn by any other name..." he thought, as he confronted yet another hedge wall, the fourth in the past twenty minutes.
stars in the heavensdrops in the oceansthoughts in my head
creating my pathacross the snow-covered ground --family of deer
"But you're not a bear," Jess said, not meaning to sound cruel, but unable to help herself. "You're my husband. A man! A human!"
ice turned to waterby the warming influenceof social consciousness
tiny snowflakesswirl toward the groundsome never arriving
snow in the gardenlovely from inside the housewith a hot cuppa
algae on the pondso thick I cannot seetwo feet below
ball of papernext to the basket --unfinished
inside the old housethe sound of the wind howlingthrough the chimney
in the dewa tiny snail clingsto a tall blade
faded polaroidsshells collected from the sand --box of memories
i pledge allegianceto my partner and myselfas we pursue happiness
Spring cleaning is months away.Dirty floors scream, "Please don't wait!"It's a never-ending battle.