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In
the
evening
lying
on
the
lounge
chair
oh
how
the
warmth
of
the
golden
yellow
tongues
lick
my
feet
clean
of
winter
like
snow
the
biting
cold
till
once
again
i
have
toes
and
autumn
brown
skin.
© by Danny P. Barbare.
Used with the author's permission.
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Danny P. Barbare's award-winning work has been published in numerous online and print journals.
Author of four books, Danny lives with his family in Greenville, South Carolina, where he draws inspiration from the Blue Ridge mountains and from the lowlands of Charleston.
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Eiken:
Danny, love the structure of this poem, it is almost like a haiku or tanka in its beauty.
Posted 01/17/2013 06:41 AM
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RICHARD:
Interesting structure. Great wording! Thanks, Danny. Richard
Posted 01/16/2013 10:32 PM
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