She was making the beast with one back.
A process of lassitude, frantic and
antic abandon and lack, and
I am taken aback
at such sight in mind's eye
I can only guess at. It's improper
to make a subject of this.
It should be (one thinks) a privacy jam.
Yet there, she is
And here, I am
We only imagined each other
bam
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Tuesday, May 03, 2022
one back
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