W. Barrett Munn
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LacesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My tennis shoe laces are mirrors that reflect my life; I never play the same hole twice at golf. Eventually I always seems t.. |
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Birth of an OrchardA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** after Thomas Lux I"m seriously considering nailing these apples back on the tree. The tree looks so bare. What.. |
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In the AmazonA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The bedeviling demon of convenience descends silently to overwhelm my desire to own the shown, things unneeded yet .. |
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In PanamaA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** In Panama the water sinks and it rises. Big ships slip through the open wound that's kept flushed daily b.. |
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Good BoyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My coffee cup is my dog, a hand-painted Terrier of Amal from the Emerald Isle. When full and steaming it'.. |
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Banana BreadA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Her hands are dark and knotted. Spots cover thin arms. The wheelchair sits by the window. .. |
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(A-61) Fly, Hawk, FlyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It lasts but an instant, wings stretched taut above the hawk like arms of a drowning swimmer's final desperate reach. .. |
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The Wind Whips FlagsA Poem by W. Barrett MunnAssist to Ken e Bujold |
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The Wind TriesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The wind tries to create snowfall out of pear blossoms. It bends limbs as breezes travel their length and slam .. |
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Ice Skating in the DesertA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Boss man gave me my mission a repossession up in Winnemucca, a Winnebago, and wouldn't you know it, it's winter. I .. |
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