Listening To Strauss While Dead Poem by David Kowalczyk

Listening To Strauss While Dead

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Snow sparkles like
sand, magnifying the
winter sun's temerity.


Sky, the most
triumphant turquoise.
Thermometer, the perfect
ten degrees Fahrenheit.


Biscotti crumbs
beneath my tonguw
gently hum.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Harold Klemp 01 September 2009

Death is an illusion.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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