Barry Howarth

L.A. 13th
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Sticks of winter

Through the sticks
of winter
there is a desire to
glance
and see her,
but
nothing to see here now.

March and her buds
will
emerge
like eyes
opening from a
sushi coma.

just departed,
now returning
home
for a bed
well tended.
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