WINTER FADES

A wedge or orange

waits for morning fingers

 

a black cat at the

screen door;

a pinch of salt

over the shoulder

 

same radio songs

weather changes

clouds always appear

 

last patch of snow

in the shaded

corner of the shed

 

a few buds up high

on trees

thrive where sunlight

touches them

 

clothesline posts

resemble starving

scare crows

 

the lines sway slightly

waiting for mornings

laundry

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