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Provision

Fresh snow—
the child fills the trailer
of her toy truck.

*

Packaging the cold ground meat,
my hand turns numb.

*

Netted tight & stacked
by the American Legion,
the unsold firs.

*

A barn cat by the compost
hisses in defense of eggshells.

*

The creek at dusk:
doves crowd in to drink
from the dark water.

*

Christmas Eve, & sleep’s in short supply
as sleet ticks on the windows.

This entry was posted Thursday, December 24th, 2009 at 9:17 pm, last modified at 9:17 pm, 12/24/09 and is filed under Poems & poem-like things and tagged haiku, renga.  Print

6 Responses to “Provision”

1. Sherry Chandler says:

   December 25, 2009 at 8:33 am

   Love the barn cat. May she find all the eggshells she needs.

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   • Dave says:

     December 25, 2009 at 9:56 pm

     I think she got some venison scraps today — and tomorrow there will be a couple of soup bones.

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2. leslee says:

   December 25, 2009 at 10:00 am

   Very nice. Merry Christmas, Dave.

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3. robin andrea says:

   December 25, 2009 at 11:29 am

   Ah, all those unsold firs, what will become of them? Merry Christmas, Dave.

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4. Dave says:

   December 25, 2009 at 9:58 pm

   Thanks, Leslee and Robin! Merry Christmas to all. (See today’s post.)

   Reply

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