a camel is a
mammal on no road to Well’s
Camel Lot Resale
Bargains a palm fan
a dateless extravagance
a shepherdess hooks
lithe shades radiate
a tambour wrist a dancer’s
dust twist a carpet
Poetry
a camel is a
mammal on no road to Well’s
Camel Lot Resale
Bargains a palm fan
a dateless extravagance
a shepherdess hooks
lithe shades radiate
a tambour wrist a dancer’s
dust twist a carpet
It all works together but I love saying the last stanza out loud. It took a couple tries though. I love ‘tambour.’>KB One more hour and I hope you like it, if not please tell me.
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The signage read, ‘One Time Only’
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I had to think about that some? I’m doing revisions this morning for an editorial pjhone meeting later. Which I should let you know, my friend of 45 years and also a poet, who is my ‘editor’ but not the last word, blue penciled half of Summer Dreams, but I didnt change any of it. Sometimes your ‘editor’ is just not a writer–which is good.>KB
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No, really cut-rate offer…who could resist; and they let me keep the dust;
said, on a clear day, good parking any chimney.
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this has many colors and motion …. don’t inhale too many motes š
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Newton’s Optics is also a work of philosophy, the science within its sphere, your confluence as surely proof an opulence, to hold a breath until
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