No. I don*t really want to talk about it. Writing about it is enough.
The last couple weeks
I*ve been loaded for bear,
A quaint expression really.
It describes a state of being.
The bear has made his den
Behind the garage
Just out of sight.
Next to the bushes
Filled with snowy cotton bolls.
The robins have returned
Thinking it is spring.
They are cold and wet and,
Well,
Miserable in their robin-ness.
I wait for that one small slight:
The appearance of the bear
From his lair
Behind the garage.
This is hardly Minnesota
Of me
Doncha know
Barely Minnesota.
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