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Poem: Freak Snow 

In an ash urn
the velvet bodies of bees adjourn.
Cold heat in a fern.
How long can a star like that burn?

All that’s left is fur.
Sweet green spears spur.
Pussy willows purr.
Dandelions defer.

There’s a garden hose in her mink.
The daffodils on her gown stink.
Piss is the rain they drink.
She says so with a blink.

Morse code is an ugly toad.
Butterfly in chrysalis mode.
Turtle in the road.
Love’s pitiless goad.

Night’s…night’s oars row.
Morning tied with a pink bow.
The bee glen quieted in snow.
Fresh red nail polish on a toe.

Gloria Zook, 1929-2011

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