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Animal Rights Poetry By Lee Slonimsky


Late April's been as cold as early March
but gnats can wait no longer:

spring must be!

They whirl amidst surprising snowflakes;
buzz your nose;
and highlight primal chords
of briefly seething sunlight
across your startled vision.

Gnats are your favorite calendar-savants:

they banish winter where it really matters,
in your timedrenched thoughts.


© Lee Slonimsky, 2023


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