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Winter's Breath
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Joyce Evans-Campbell |
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Snow kidnaps daffodils,
squirrels hug acorns,
frozen tundra beats us;
Our arms full of rage
backs in torment
as I watch sun close
to my window
& scowl
about sunny rations
as its rays murmur, cajole,
& tickle me
with an invitation
to come outside
At first, I wasn’t fooled
by its deceptive glow
in snowy, frigid Milwaukee
***
I pull on my boots,
traipse along,
Gulls disappear behind rocks.
Cars screech, bang,
& sirens scream
Women in furs stroll to wind whispers.
So homesick it’s hard to breathe;
I've got Amtrak blues
I'm dying to ride the rails
to North Carolina
I'd comb Mama's hair,
massage her shoulders,
& scratch her back.
I'd pick azaleas for her room,
scoop up pecans
from a100-year-old tree,
& bake pecan pies,
our favorite dessert.
***
No traveling this year --
Knees won't cooperate,
& I'll play Classics for Poets,
Coltrane's "Giant Steps,"
& twist my behind till sunset.
By day poems rattle, rock, & roll
At night I bunk with books.
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--Submitted by jayrue on 2011-03-05.
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