Shawn L. Bird

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poem- cooking October 15, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:08 am
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Oh

the expression of distraught incredulity

on the dog’s face as

a tantalizing utensil travels above his head

on the way to the sink,

instead of to his dish.

 

poem-caught July 2, 2014

Filed under: fun,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:57 pm
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The “Isle of Capri” scent

wafting from the Lampe Berger

was supposed to ensure

you

didn’t

walk up the stairs and ask,

“What’d you burn?”

Perhaps I’ve used this strategy

once too often?

.

.

.

I am vaguely amused that the photo on the Lampe Berger homepage shows the exact lampe that I was using…  (cough)

 

 
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