grackles have found a better gig –
my empty yard
Let’s stop all this drama
about death
shouts the first crocus
Does it
matter it’s on a calendar
if the
photostream of dayssends us another selfie
Once we’ve made a few
connections between things
we think we know something new
I am aware that last stanza
has no concrete image
unless you count things
Yes I’m always talking to you
imperial no one
love of my life
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