2640 Dawn, our street quiet My old friend the woodpecker Knocks for his breakfast Advertisements Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2629 A flag’s reflection Flaps madly in a window Down the busy street Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2588 Snow plowed to one side Of our street: what’s under cars Smashed flat, almost clear Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2586 Street lamp reflection In a parking lot’s black ice— Small steps, still I slip Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2564 Dry leaves line the street, Scratch across asphalt, and two Stick to that guy’s butt Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2501 Massive rainbow ends At the top of our street: brick Smoke stack catches it Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2497 Hurricane stirring The trees: one street’s rustle high Another’s tops still Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
