Dynamic December - poems

peeling an egg
by feel, I gaze at the odd
cloud pattern
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cat's tongue
causing concentric swirls
in the birdbath
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no face-to-face time
but friends forever
anyway
[written to the late Carolyn Crain
while I lived in Arkadelphia]
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cat on the ledge
is he smelling the silk
 poinsettia bloom?
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deceased's last address:
ledge under the I-40
overpass

[K. Heard article, AD-G, 2006]

 

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