backyard crowing
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uh oh, bad poetry
i am singing
singing
singing
of a week past long ago
i am singing
singing
singing
i am singing
all my days
i am singing
singing
singing
just to feel the pain
i am singing
singing
singing
i am woman
i make rain
i am singing
singing
singing
to the child inside my skin
i am singing
singing
singing
i am singing from within
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last night i heard the screen door slam
mom treaded in, her hands clutching sacks
sacks upon sacks of new groceries
she smiled
last night i heard the screen door slam
when dad came empty, plopping in
he poured himself a glass
he sighed
last night i heard the screen door slam,
ol' benny tellin' that cat to scram
he meowed his furry way to pans
he lapped
last night i heard the screen door slam
a gunshot clap
a crack of glass
a scream, a howl, a moan, a gasp
- tuesday, sept. 05, 2006
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