Winter Onions Poem by Leslie Philibert

Winter Onions



my little round sleepers
with lots of coats on, mud
huggers with a tribal bottom,

perfectly lined up at the
bus stop of spring, soft under
the cold loam, a miracle despite

the hidden banality of numbers
underground, time to drink tea
as I wait in a cooling garden

Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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