Shawn L. Bird

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poem-heat June 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:47 pm
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In this heat

my body is a compass needle,

aimed at cool water.

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poem-dull June 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:40 pm
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Brain dull

too hot.

Siesta extends

for days.

 

poem- air June 28, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:36 pm
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I breathe in air so warm

the hairs in my nose sizzle,

I attempt to read, but

heat melts my resolve.

The porch swing is like a hot bath,

washing away concern and energy.

Languid summer afternoon,

Shuswap heat wave.

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Fell asleep trying to read on my porch this afternoon.  When I came inside, I checked the thermometer: 43 C which is 109.4 F.  Just a tad warm!

 

poem- retirement project May 5, 2015

Filed under: fun,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:56 pm
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That old shell of a van

might make a fun project for you.

Just think, when it’s done

you can make out in the back with a hot chick,

or at least a chick with hot flashes.

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poem- hot July 8, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:55 pm
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In dead of winter

when I am bundled in sweaters,

nursing hot chocolate

and shivering,

I will remember

sliding open the back door today

and how I was hit with a wall of air

so hot my finger tips feel

they’re glowing like ET’s.

In the meantime,

I’m grateful for a/c

and find typing with

molten finger tips

very interesting.

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