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Month: February 2025

Mrs. A

Nosy about her tea cozy
Through the kitchen window
Mrs. Appleberry peered
Upstairs in her bed
With ice to her head
Mrs. Ohnion feared
Her cozy had gotten loose
Or otherwise disappeared

The Fog of Aug

The Fog of Aug
In the windowed distance
Nightly by the sprightly tree
Crept and wrapped
Like laundry flapped
And dispelled the mystery.

The Old Hovers

Some days you’re hanging on a word
Others dangling by a sentence
Hands gripping the H
And body aches
Are left for the Holdovers
From outer space

TOTF

Track of the flake
Moonbeam to ivory bouffant
Twirl to dissolve
In the stardeep current