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February Poem #23

…to weekends

blissful sleeping in
no alarms, no place to be
let the leisure time begin
have a cup of tea
watch a movie, read a book or three

~kat


February Poem #22

…to the rain…again

grey skies, damp and cold
musty odor in the air
it’s a breeding ground for mold
water everywhere
a muddy, wet mess, we’re drowning here

~kat


February Poem #21

…to the elephant

you smell of peanuts
and regret, hot breath reek,
gut rumbling of scuttlebutt
old havoc to wreak
a nightmare to slay with doublespeak

~kat


February Poem #20

…to a potted plant

you don’t need a lot
a bit of soil, water, light
root-bound in a small clay pot
wondrous neophyte
thriving in my cubicle outright

~kat


February Poem #19

…to being normal

i certainly don’t
advise following in line
sheepishly complying won’t
work if you’re inclined
to be you, not as others define

~kat


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