I do not know how this got published. I was not finished. It was supposed to say "where is all the freaking snow?" But, now people have commented and I don't have the heart to pull it. Oh, well. Perhaps this is the only way all of those posts in my "unpublished" file will ever get posted.
Update: Never mind. I just deleted it. It sucked. I could not stand looking at it any more.
Great poem!!! And, your hot!
ReplyDeleteGreat lighting in the photo; your poem evokes thought of past memories of birds in flight - some funny, some breathtaking, some arresting, all powerful. But, are birds in any form, activity, or presence, ever just a whisper?
ReplyDeleteI saw it before you deleted it, but hadn't commented yet, and it definitely did not suck.
ReplyDeleteI didn't read your poem, but I think we got your snow...
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