American Open Mike

Chilly Spring
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the geese are brawling flying in
the end of winter -- snow is weak
the icicles show wicked grin
my dreams are sinister and bleak

i see the house -- lines are foggy
but smells are making me at peace
with being desolate and groggy
awakened by the brawling geese

i see the city -- it appears
a bit familiar to me
as if i watch it through the tears
shed by this morning's raining spree

the geese are brawling driving out
the dream to which i try to cling
i sigh and leave my silver cloud
of memories this chilly spring
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American Open Mike: The New American Voice, Volume 2, ChicagoPoetry.com Press, 2006,52