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Dry Cabin Blues

Midnight maneuver
interrupted. Snow stacked, path 
vanished. Door won’t budge.

5 thoughts on “Dry Cabin Blues”

H.R.R. Gorman says:

February 23, 2019 at 5:16 am

I though, “How wintry, with a solemn backdrop of fear.” Then I looked at the photo and thought, “Ohh, that’s not the kind of ‘back drop’ that’s happening in THIS poem!”

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crimsonprose says:

February 23, 2019 at 5:17 am

Oh, the days of the outside privy. Must have been hell in the ice and snow. 🙂

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Colleen Chesebro says:

February 23, 2019 at 7:13 am

LOL! What a delightful Senryu! Violet, this is brilliant! ❤

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- Violet Lentz says:
  
  February 23, 2019 at 7:14 am
  
  Thank you Colleen
  
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