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found poem: As the bear

found poem: sitting there

found poem: the face


green bin

I imagined a bear
lumbering black hump
in the back by the bin
when I looked out the window
this morning but no bear
was there just the green
bin steady and square
and the dark road
and leafless limbs
swaying in November
wind that should have denned
but wanders instead
the alleys of January

© j.i. kleinberg


“There’s a bear standing in your driveway,” Gerry would say, and although it was almost never true, Dolly and the twins would always look out the kitchen window to make sure.