Where The Rainbow Ends

Invisible Poetry


Ring freedom, a quarter

is worth three cents. Take a

deep breath, exhale slow

as snails. 

Melt middle tier purchasers

of goods and thank yous.

Time to share the garage

full of tp and paper towel.


Less is seldom more these

days. To need and do with air

and, for a while, water, is a

hard place rock blocked.


Lady A



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