Short Seeable Poems

January digs deeper into snow drifts.
Chill fingers cripple backbones,
make us walk like matchstick men.
February is just a name we give to tomorrow,
as if we could open that icebox
to see if the sun still rises over un-seeable horizons.
Time drags, then of a sudden, pushes us into snowfields
sprinkled with concrete daffodils....

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Am I Invisible
The older I get 
The less I get
I must not be seeable 
You just walk by 
As if you class is to high 

I wish I had attention
The attention the little ones get 
But I make you a bet that my life is sent to hell 
No one seems to care that there are tears running down my face

Maybe I will leave 
Will their be change
Pay attention please
If there is change 
Then I shall stay 
But remember what I said 
I am not seeable...

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