Poetry definition

"That's all poetry is, the cry of the coyote on a cold, still night to ears that need to hear."

John Hutchinson

Thursday, December 23, 2010

CHRISTMAS IS COMING -- AGAIN

YOGI HAD IT RIGHT

Another gray day dawns in Baltimore,
another morning of cold,
another 20-some degree day.
Gold peeks above the horizon.

Another Christmas is on its way,
another lame duck congress sits,
rains flood the West Coast.
Snow dumps on the Rockies.

It’s another gray day for the birds,
an Oriole season looms,
hope too that wins beats losses.                       
Juncos feed at the feeder.

The Preakness in jeopardy again,
another head coach fired,
some Republicans say yes.
A poem struggles to find its way.

It’s déjà vu all over again.

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