Friday, November 15, 2013

Keith the dead squirrel doesn't like this poem at all.




Keith the squirrel says,
 "So let us melt, and make no noise."
Like I haven't heard that before, Keith


Today is the day I notice how much melted snow is in the blue watering can.
And I put it away.
I put the tools we use for breaking ice dams close to hand.

Today is the day I almost put my eye out twice on the same bitch of a rose.
I was looking up to see the comet.
I was looking down for whatever I lost down here, on earth.


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