W. Barrett Munn
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BasilA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The nights have turned cold. The basil is now on the windowsill where the window gathers heat from the sun; basil is a w.. |
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Room to ZoomA Poem by W. Barrett MunnRewrite of an old one. |
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haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnstandard |
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Old BonesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A throw rug broke my hip. One second upright; next, life as I know it is gone forever. Irretrievable. Old bones. .. |
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Polliwogs in the Ditch Behind the HouseA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A black-dotted gooey gob floats in the water in the ditch behind the house, some frog's massive gift to the continuatio.. |
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(A-71) After Getting Gas at a Tonopah Truck StopA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** If you drive far enough, if you get tired enough, if you haven't stopped to eat or drink or pee for hours you just.. |
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Day Minus OneA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** No matter how I turn my cup, right side up or upside down, my initial always looks right. I’m blessed by b.. |
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Dream StateA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The scientific explanation for failure to remember dreams has to do with rapid eye movement and the stage of sleep when rou.. |
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Dead Things in the ClosetA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I found myself in a box I was on my knees .. |
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The AquariumA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** She feeds the fish at 7:00. School starts at 9:00 a.m. Gentle flakes from a box tap, tap, tapped onto the water'.. |
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