Snowmelt

On three sides of my cottage
the creek roars HUSH.
Inside, nothing but this
damn computer!

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Out on the porch at 4:00 a.m.
to watch the snow melt.
You laugh, but listen:
the fog came and went.
Lifted,
returned. You
can ask the moon.

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A raccoon thought it was
the only one awake.
“Hey!”
The two of us can’t be alone
on one porch.

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Before the snow came
to stay, I had visitors.

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I still remember the hound dog look
on that hound dog’s face
when he squatted to take a shit.

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When the snow finally recedes, I find
the meadow voles have made off
with half my lawn.

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Every spring, bigger holes
show a little more of the spring
that runs
under the lawn.
To ease confusion, let’s call the season
sink.

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Instant poems for immediate post.
My letter to the world, Emily.
A weblog instead of a steamer trunk.

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Read ’em while they’re fresh.
I’ll make more.

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