A Poem

Sunny, still and cold

Found, on the gravel road I walked this morning.
one beer can, part full of frozen tobacco juice
that when I shook it came apart like chunks of amber,
and a quarter-sized piece from a fluted china plate,
with a soft pink rose the size of a pencil eraser
and a curl of flying ,pale blue ribbon. In a nearby tree,
five noisy crows who had seen me snooping there
were busy creating a plausible story.

Ted Kooser
Winter Morning Walks

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