Trash day—
a snow of stillborn poems
blows across the yard

No trespassing signs—
an army of starlings
glean freely before spring

Blonde thunderstorm—
my wife’s curls wake me
a morning shower of kisses

The drunken man
spills his wisdom
on everyone else’s shoes

Night after night
the old toad sits
on the front porch waiting to talk

Graveyard angel—
wings coated
in high-altitude ice

Dustpan—
give me back those small things
you’ve taken from my life

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Email: jdoss2015@gmail.com       City & Country: Sykesville, Maryland, USA.
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