Google found me with
wind for thursday november
2007.
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Google found me with
wind for thursday november
2007.
Google found me with
wind for thursday november
2007.
Reading haikus is
like eating chestnuts. You stop
after a bad one.
Why does burrowing
under thick down comforters
bring such sheer delight?
Wet dampness always
seems colder than that first soft
warm blanket of snow.
After the high school
show they flirt over pizza
sodas at Uno’s.
Instead, a pumpkin
cheesecake. Traditions are good.
Cheesecake is better.
Trees have never held
leaves as late as November.
Frost was wrong. Gold stays.
Fourteen wild turkeys
on my back deck raid the grape
vines looking for fruit.
Chuck tests our house for
energy efficiency.
We’re tight as a drum.
Thanksgiving creeps up
fast, like a turkey farmer
wielding a sharp axe.