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a human burrito on a snowy day (Fibonacci)

the 

snow

flies 'cross

my window

sending goosebumps up

my winter-weary worn body.

i wrap myself up warm like a human burrito

watching the flakes form prism patterns while I munch on tortilla chips and say, 'ole!'





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-02-19 at 18:37

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Sid Gardner
Nie write.Could almost be sharing the experience.
Sid.
2009-02-24


Damon
By the way: what does Fibonacci mean?
Damon
2009-02-20


Damon
Excellent my beautiful friend. I love it like I love you. I take it that you are getting as tired of winter as I am. Wonderful job on the poem.

Damon
2009-02-20


John Lambremont, Sr.
This one made me giggle and gave me the munchies.


oops!
2009-02-19