Solstice
solstice,
rosy fingers
on my frosted window,
as the new dawn illuminates
her face
Pig Trail
we meet
at the stock pond
out on the south pig trail
as we take off our clothes, the horse
drinks deep
Split Pea
split pea
soup on the stove
biscuits in the oven
she'll wash, I'll dry, then we'll do some
lovin'
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Amaze Vol.
3, No. 1 Spring
& Summer 2004
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These poems are Copyright © 2004 by Darrel Byrd.
