Waiting for the lady in red, My beloved says he saw her last week, out back, waiting for the ducks.
The trees
Have finally loosed
Their clothes
To the ground.
Not to anthropomorphize
Them
But still
Their naked branches
Somehow
Now
Allow
More life
To be detected
More birds identified
More squirrels
And
Of course
The lady in red
Out back
Waiting to feed the ducks
When the snow
Finally comes.
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