Sunday, April 08, 2007

Poem #98 of 365

The ice's melted, the snow is gone,
but i'm still confused with the
seasons as they overlap like
unstapled calendar pages
done spread across the
gummy residue of a
metereologist's lap
after coming
and coming
and coming

(disoriented in april, cuz it looks like january and the heater's on--again)

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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