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Life Laughing at Me

Have you ever been in a blue funk
driving down those roads where
you’ve been a thousand times before,
hitting the same bumps, same old potholes
when suddenly, in a pickup truck,
a poem passes by and you start to smile
and the road smoothes, the sky turns blue,
sun beams its warmth on you and
on the two snowmen cheerfully slumped
in the back of the truck, waving their
melting arms, carrot noses
and stone eyes slightly askew
like your view of the world
before that poem drove by you.

Winter Love Song

Winter is five ravens overhead
whirling in a white wind.

Winter is you and me
and the steel-blue lake we walk beside,

goldeneyes riding the whitecaps.
It’s Elden mountain disappearing

in a veil of snow.
Winter is a white cat

stalking. Winter
is, finally, the wind at our backs,

Earl Grey tea, fresh-baked bread,
a pot of tulips on the table,

pale bodies straining toward the light,
pink-gold faces whispering Spring.