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Watching a pink cat / wondering what he’s thinking / as he gently snores.
Tree’s spring flower flung / by an unseasonable / and frivolous wind.
Cat making biscuits / on my belly rhythmical / in a trance-like state.
A long-dreaded task / taxing, inevitable / has been completed.
I heard the voice of / justice speak today but she / did not call my name.
Snow recedes / slowly revealing / the Buddha.
Big red heart secured / locked for its own protection / does that key still work?
A winter weapon / the Shovel of Damocles / hangs in the garage.
Searching for meaning / in Dad’s Poetry folder / I found none, but him.
Lovely icicles / remind us the house is not / well insulated.
Folding the laundry / a moving meditation / order from chaos.
F-word history? / Expletive NOT deleted! / A changing language.
New snow falling on / old snow, adding fresh insult / to my injuries.
Life full of promise / too soon emptied by death / the promise breaker.
Dawn colors / take a cloudless sky / from the night.
A chill wind / that blew nobody / any good.
Crime scene discovered / where mourning dove likely met / its feathery end.
A snow-raining day / weather unsure of whether / to chill or warm up.
Eyes, blurring with time / now lead me through life lived by / approximation.
As soon as the new / season finally arrives / we yearn for the next.
The polar vortex / far from home, holds us tightly / in its icy grip.
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