Poeting

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Vintage Words

  

I sense rain in the air 

in the change of pressure,

in the ache in my joints
that scream moisture coming
in bucket's full.
  
I sit in front of my keyboard
searching for hard images 
finding my back aches

and my mind wanders. Energy

will awaken later.

 

I slept long and forced myself

upright to the sound of a variety 

of the avian oriented. The cats

are out hunting, the squirrels

are foraging. I must get up now 
and hunt down some coffee

grounds.
  
allets
05-07-15
925a

  

 

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