Francis Santaquilani Poems

A herron,
Staring straight
Into the cold wind,
Stands steady
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I was informed by fax
A while back
That there's a gift waiting
For me up north.
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While walking
In between heavy rain showers,
Two giant insects,
I'd never seen before,
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The crows are back.
Dropping fast
And fat.
Dragging dirty clouds
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lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
we won, won, won, won
you lost, lost, lost, lost
i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i
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I was waiting for you. Then,
From the shadows
Of the writhing trees,
Thrown on the wall
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The last of the shortest day's light
Is enough for a boy to still see his snowman
Through the window.
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