B. B. Woodall Poems

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3 Spring Haiku
Pill bugs wet with dew
as crawling gray domes mirror
green turf, salmon sun.

Copter seeds whirling,
a squirrel chases paper
treasure for her nest.

Young cat mock-tweeting,
wily sparrows unheeding,
paws press on the screen. . . .
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Age And Rage
When you are truly old,
No complaint will matter.
Rage about being sick or poor
Or misunderstood
Will not be taken seriously.
Anger at human folly
Will be meaningless.
Nothing will be noticed but your age.
Rage now!
While there is still time. . . .
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