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poetry by Joan Pond


Re-Birth

Scalloped potato clouds compact on the horizon,
as maples bare dendritic limbs.
Fronds of century plant, nipped by frost,
appear as frozen lettuce leaves I'd toss
to compost.
Stag dancers leap and prance on a stage
set for the changing of season.
And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall
upon Adam;
but He took a rib.

Copyright © 1997 by Joan Pond

Joan Pond is a computer nerd by vocation and a poet by avocation. She hopes someday the roles will be reversed. Reach her at Boodles1@aol.com.

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