Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Poets Poet-ize

My bird neighbors are
low-cost, straw condos.

"Wow--beautiful day!"
she said, even though it was
overcast and cold.

To kill a gnat, catch
her walking along, sleepy,
magic wings folded.

Orange shoes, purple
socks, baggy jeans--a lazy
Saturday with you.

Botanic cabin
fever. All my plants lean, twitch
and point--they want out.

On my hands and knees
Sweeping dust--skin, cotton fibers,
Cement, asteroid particles, bug legs,
Soap flakes, loose hair, old bark,
Tea bags, wind from China, floor wax,
Dried cat spit.

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