Some poems come in
a quick flurry, while others
take their own sweet time
Some poems come in
a quick flurry, while others
take their own sweet time
Rivers receding,
flood levels dropping, I'm still
searching for blue sky
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The rain around here
has been so crazy, I think
it's deluge-ional
Trump flips off worker,
that one finger summing up
all of his I.Q.
You should grow a beard
It makes you look distinguished
and helps hide your face
A pagan in God's
house, this particular wolf
is wearing cotton
December's here, all
of November out the door,
January looms
The carpet looks like
a large flock of birds flying.
I walk carefully