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Jan 12, 2011 14:49


Windchime

by Tony Hoagland

She goes out to hang the windchime
in her nightie and her work boots.
It’s six-thirty in the morning
and she’s standing on the plastic ice chest
tiptoe to reach the crossbeam of the porch,

windchime in her left hand,
hammer in her right, the nail
gripped tight between her teeth
but nothing happens next because
she’s trying to figure ( Read more... )

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anonymous January 14 2011, 02:38:43 UTC
Hah I'd like to hear the story behind all that. I can see similarities with you and the poem character. Meaning in a good way of course. ;-)

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kathyrene January 15 2011, 04:13:59 UTC
Yes, yes of course. :) Perfectly. Let's just say we swap the wind chimes for the bird feeder. I deem myself persistent even if others have other views and of course are entitled to them. YOU included. LOL ;-)

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