Gentle, Doug. A covid-era poem. It could also almost be whittled down to a
haiku with those two images of subsiding snow and withdrawing bags.
Bill
On Thu, 30 Apr 2020 at 2:50 am, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> the last muddy snow
> has melted under
> the bright sun
> the brown grass sustains
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> across the quiet street
> the grocery bags stand
> but a moment or two
> on another’s front steps
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> Douglas Barbour
> [log in to unmask]
> https://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/
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> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuations
> 2 (UofAPress).
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
> Listen. If (UofAPress):
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> Shakespeare
> drag yr mouldy old bones
> up these stairs & tell me
> what you died of,
> I think
> I’ve got it
> too.
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