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Everyday
As I make my way
To the town
Hospital
I see a ragged wasp nest
Dangling from a tree;
I’m waiting
For the grey mummy-
Mask to fall,
So I can
Run over it with my car–
Ghost-wasps do not sting.
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Bumblebee,
soon you will die, so
I try to
warm you up
on a sunshiny flower,
and feed you honey.
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Bluejays have come back
The bald one is now Kojak
“Who loves ya, baby?”
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Mesmerized,
by blowing leaves, my
cat sits at
the window.
His head traces rise and fall,
every muscle tensed.
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Early light
on dying willows
burning bright
flickering–
crackling kindling going up
in a roaring fire
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