on my frosted window,
as the new dawn illuminates
at the stock pond
out on the south pig trail
as we take off our clothes, the horse
soup on the stove
biscuits in the oven
she'll wash, I'll dry, then we'll do some
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3, No. 1 Spring
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These poems are Copyright © 2004 by Darrel Byrd.