Saturday Morning

.
Looking up
from sleep
he saw a word

like a signature
or a scrawl

"bad"
or "Biad"
or finally
"bid"

he started to wonder why
it was written there
and what
it was meant to convey

Blinking his eyes
it went away
dust
.
.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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