Valentine's Day-
The Poker Room couch
filled with women
Valentines Day-
The Ebb Tide's
slow tease
Fiftieth birthday-
Breath taken away by a
trickling stream
Fifty-fifth birthday-
The Brown Thrasher may be
going extinct
Low Winter sun
Sharp glare from a neighbor's
window
Snow storm
The silent softness of a
wool blanket
Winter sunset
A husband and wife with
matching walkers
Snow forecast
I grab another bottle
of dandruff shampoo
And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)
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