Bare to Green
Bare
is the season
Twig
by brittle twig
Updraft
and downdraft
Rain
followed by sleet
Hot
tea in my room
Frigidaire
kicks over, hums
Know
it is electricity
Borrowed
from Susie
T.S.
Eliot for measure
Rod
McKuen for laughs
In
between, ice cream
And
e.e. cumming’s “Big Olaf”
So
long I am insulated
From
the world and insults
I
can play this lonely game
Until
the twigs bud green
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