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Out walking
On the rail-to-trail;
No pivot
For divot—
Went over on my ankle—-
A misstepic fail.
Skat@2020
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Out walking
On the rail-to-trail;
No pivot
For divot—
Went over on my ankle—-
A misstepic fail.
Skat@2020
I waken
To an eerie sound
From afar,
Only to
Discover, it’s coming from
My left nostril.
Skat@2020
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October,
we expect fallen
leaves, winds blown,
not this hot
day of raging thunder in
a tropical storm.
skat@2019
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Each morning
now we awake to
the sound of
insistent
bluejays shrieking their demands
for some more peanuts.
skat@2019
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Four men are
on my roof just now,
working hard.
I shower
and it feels an invasion
of my privacy.
skat@2019