the season

by litnrod11

Posted to Utterances on 2002-12-08 05:41:00

It’s Sunday morning and the snow is glistening
There are five inches still piled pristine on the patio table
The eight AM sun is lighting up the crystals at a slant
Then bouncing to my keyboard; I wait for the next Ice Age
With the patience of a mastadon wooly mammoth
Slower than evolution and sure as extinction.
Our species cloaks the earth like a fuzzy garment

I’ll go give dori danger a backrub soon
She deserves it for spending last evening hunched
And tapping poetry on my weeping sleeve
While doing the layout for my book
Why can women multi-task better than we?
Our purpose in life: Mothers Lovers Sisters Daughters

Can you hear a heart thump across the continent?
Yes you can. Yes you can.

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