W. Barrett Munn
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Santa Maria, North of Santa BarbaraA Poem by W. Barrett MunnReposting of a very old poem after major revisions. |
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The Go-GettersA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I found the skeleton of the small pine cone lying beside the skeletal remains of a bird, tiny and broken, an open-mouthed .. |
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Fresh StartA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** There is Earl Grey in my coffee cup; my two cups of morning java I already drank. I did this same thing .. |
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(A-24) Flying FreelyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Sun-filled amber strands caress her face. She tosses her hair as she walks, turns briefly for a second peek my way;.. |
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After the StormA Poem by W. Barrett MunnWhat a mess left to clean up. |
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Next YearA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I had almost stepped on it when the bunny blasted out of the entanglement of mint we'd meant to remove last year but n.. |
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The MatterA Poem by W. Barrett MunnIt is a matter of perspective |
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Clicks in the House of GodA Poem by W. Barrett MunnModern click culture |
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Scenes from the CinemaA Poem by W. Barrett MunnOpening and closing lines of each stanza a quote from a famous movie. |
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HopscotchA Poem by W. Barrett MunnGray streetlamps liine our street. Again I get to thank my friend Ken e Bujold for terrific editing advice. |
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