Provision

Posted on December 24, 2009 by Dave Bonta

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

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Packaging the cold ground meat,
my hand turns numb.

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

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

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

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

About Dave Bonta

Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with one quadrillion of his closest microbial friends --- a tight-knit, symbiotic community comprising some 500 different species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
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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.

  2. leslee says:
    December 25, 2009 at 10:00 am

    Very nice. Merry Christmas, Dave.

  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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  5. Dave says:
    December 25, 2009 at 9:58 pm

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