24 Feb

Snowflakes drop a blanket
like Christmas at Easter.
Three vain Narcissus
Woo with their gold,
Calendar demands
Tears with each snap.
Acidic stomach, head throbs,
last night’s wine.
Dreamt I could fly.
Felt so real.
Why wake up?
Morning report:
dead crow on the road
would not leave the kill.
Snow displacing sun,
a white lie;
birds sing, go away, go away,
sitting in my shorts
clock chimes noon.
Dentist time.



Limericist 2007

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