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?

Saturday, May 02, 2020

rapproche

There was a man
with a stern, sour face
sallow lines cut deep
in sepulchral cheeks,
and he had a complaint.
It was not for me,
I declined. He persisted

I laughed, pointed something
out. He laughed. After that,

we got on fine.

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