A Poem A Day #5 85…90…95

85…90…95…

The snowbirds are roasting on the golfcourses

Featherless turkeys in the Sonoran sun

As cactus bloom from the precipitation

Of winter that wasn’t snow

With temperatures not 20 below.

 

The year rounders are waiting impatiently

Put upon hosts of unwelcome guests to

Pack their slow ass American gas guzzlers

And head back to Michigan

Wisconsin Minnesota Montana

And get the hell off our roads

And out of our spots in the parking lots

And our seats in the restaurants.

 

Bye-bye. See you never.

Sigh. Make that October

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A Poem a Day #4 In the Wee Hours of Easter Morn

In the wee hours of Easter morn

The Moravian Trumpet Choir roved the town

Playing the horn

The trombone

The tuba

Christ the Lord is Risen Today Aaaa-aa-lay-lu-u-ya.

As welcome as the hyacinths and crocuses

And tulips and daffodils in my garden.

The desert has none of that.

Only the sun and the blue sky,

Almost as sure as

My risen savior.

A Poem A Day # 2 One Year of CoCo La’Tay

#2   I feel childish writing a poem about my pup.

By Theresa Munroe 4/14

By Theresa Munroe 4/14

CoCo La'Tay the day we brought her home, about 8 weeks old.

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