SIX FROM HUMMINGBIRD

this april
snowstorm
so ably mimics
the plum blossoms -
why oh why
did i not write
of them ?

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in a puddle
on the lakeside
baby coots preening

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weathered garden shed
looks so right
no need to paint anew

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sound of hailstones
roses beating against the window

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SWALLOW
swooping
in and out
the stables
in and out
my heart

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a
little boy
out on
the pavement
points thinking my
Tibetan Buddha badge
is a
Star Wars
character

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(These poems were published by Phyliss Walsh in her HUMMINGBIRD magazine during the 1990's.)
 
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