Poem: Pig Morning Pink

Pig morning pink:

Spring stars know wings

whisper wildly.

Snow laughs.

You, white nose,

march through gardens still smarting

from candy-blue pumpkins.

Where no together was there,

a funny peace.

Windows turn –

Try baby us.

— MH, March 2006

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