Poems by Roberta
Monday, February 24, 2014
Grand Morning
Perfect bundle in between
stuffed into green sleep sack
cocooned, almost mummified
except for arms and head
softest paws, five-fingered
intertwined with old, old ours
squeezing secret-coded
early morning messages.
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