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Thursday, February 17, 2011

Poem for February 17

A Conspicuous Visitor
Patricia Cole

He came unannounced,

quite uninvited; a thread

splitting a shiny Sunday suit,

he kissed the ground—moving

like a cobra, half coiled, sliding

sideways over the porch to ring

my bell; he paused for a moment

in the blinding summer sun to bathe,

looked to see who was hosting the

party, then silently moved over and

up the Wax Myrtle; his thirsty

tongue sucked the air.

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