Fly-boys

doves, lovey-doving
instead of shovey-doving
much bill-coo, bill-coo

skat©2019

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Shadorma #44

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Last year’s leaves
on oak still linger
soon will be
season of
spring we’ve so long waited for—
a song-sparrow sings

skat©2019

Shadorma #43

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So weary
of ice-crunch beneath
my big boots;
let clear rain
come punching down to break it–
a small price to pay.

skat@2019

Shadorma #42

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Another
Cold grey winter morn
Since you passed
Days ago
Our family story’s told—I’m
the last of the line.

skat@2019

Shadorma #41

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The hot pink
hoodie you once loved
smells not at
all like you
now, but when I’ve got it on,
it feels like a hug.

skat©2019