4 homeless poems

submit to grime
on knee,
tomatoes earn their blush at night

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her knowledge of cheese is one I wish I grasped
especially the runny cheese
I wish I knew as much about mustard
as she knows about cheese

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almost every day
in Spring
I bring things
from far away garage
to house

then, in Fall
I pull them aside
until first snow, at
latter day thaw
I haul everything back
to far away garage
through drifting
snow filling my slippers

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she dovetailed her hair
slicked it, just this once
for my whim

contained it cap bound hail
some baseball league minor
but oh so erotic the pitch
the score
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