Shawn L. Bird

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poem- suspicious April 3, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:26 pm
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Somebody is messing around

sprinkling snow on the ground in April!

Too late for the fool. There should be rules about this!

We’re stuck inside, forgetting to wash, dress, or sleep.

Dealing with stress by baking and crafting, making new courses.

Things are seriously off-track, keeping distance with my hacking coughs,

but then outside the window, the final straw: snow.

That’s it.

This is shit.


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