a random
lexicon
1 station a
an activity
no-1 move
to station e
an envelope
lemon ink
invisibly
full bond
inactivity
in a crowd
Poetry
a random
lexicon
1 station a
an activity
no-1 move
to station e
an envelope
lemon ink
invisibly
full bond
inactivity
in a crowd
maybe a tic,
tack, or
the wagon
you tow,
to light up
the santa-
capped cacti,
how now
the snow,
do you ask,
or hand me
my mittens
we’ll tarry
an orchard,
comparin’
an apple
to a pear;
are fallen
petals as
fair, midair,
ask a bard,
her minstrel,
his jongleur,
who partner
& regard
an instep
& leap as
they are —
shall I care —
they are knot,
troubadour,
do I dare,
uncertain
while we card,
by inch o’er
the yard
our yarn,
careless
of alarm,
or whether
one time,
what time,
who to warn
We seek a love
To make us whole,
To hold
When life
Gets cold.
But love’s strength
Isn’t found in others.
It enhances
From within.
art is an
underlined
apostrophe
somewhere
as serious
wherever
do we need
its escape
or rather
‘do it to
Julia’ n
by the way
remember
once to be