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I crawl into
my underwear drawer
A sock astray
silky disarray
Tuesday night's
granny chonies
A collection of sadness
with a random thong
I slip into a favorite
flower thing
An everyday comfort
by E. M. Soos
April 01, 2005
Approaching Summer
It's not a year for barbecues
rain rusted grill
no one wants to clean.
We'll make our usual instead.
The setting sun stripes
our balcony rails.
Pine needles sleep soundly.
I reminisce of horseshoes,
sand-filled toes,
the play we've set to rest.
It's not the sun-filled days
I long for, sitting here with you;
it's the peaceful thought of knowing
you'll reach another spring.
by E. M. Soos
rain rusted grill
no one wants to clean.
We'll make our usual instead.
The setting sun stripes
our balcony rails.
Pine needles sleep soundly.
I reminisce of horseshoes,
sand-filled toes,
the play we've set to rest.
It's not the sun-filled days
I long for, sitting here with you;
it's the peaceful thought of knowing
you'll reach another spring.
by E. M. Soos
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