A friend on the New Poetry list suggested Poetryetc might be interested in
this poem. She made reference to a certain "VB"? Please be gentle with
this, my first offering to the list. Thanks.
crows
crows have chased away the songbirds
in the morning I hear nothing
later I hear nothing but crows
outside, and below my window
a wall seen only in winter
then one morning a big white cat
it is raining here this morning
wet leaves, wet shingles on the roof
wet cat sitting on the brick wall
rewjr
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"Cogito ergo...how does that go again?"...rewjr.
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