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Inclemency Nothing’s sacred anymore.Yesterday the peaches froze.In the backyard birdbathStarvelings stoked on icicles. Perhaps before a glacial thaw,What’s moist must baste the stumps.There’s little poetry can doTo comb velvet from pelts of fur.[Disposable Poem April 4, 2013]Dr. Mike
Inclemency
ReplyDeleteNothing’s sacred anymore.
Yesterday the peaches froze.
In the backyard birdbath
Starvelings stoked on icicles.
Perhaps before a glacial thaw,
What’s moist must baste the stumps.
There’s little poetry can do
To comb velvet from pelts of fur.
[Disposable Poem April 4, 2013]
Dr. Mike