Laz Freedman's Poetry Blog
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* When it Comes *

When do we wait, when is it late?
When the telephone pole sinks down in its hole?
Raccoons caught on bricks and sleight of hands,
move to the end and crowd the lines best

By Laz.F.12/31/09

 

Re-post….a personal favourite

 

4 Responses to “* When it Comes *”

  1. I do like this…and I don’t know why…I just do… Got a picture in my head of raccoons juggling telegraph poles now!! 🙂 x

  2. yep its a good poem mmhhm , okape


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