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ONCE THE FLOWERING OF THOUGHT
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THE DRUNKENING
Once the flowering
of thought
is underway,
the season will adjust
to the new moon
and we’ll hope
for stars to peep
through the clouds.
Proper thought
yields to poetry
and the muse takes over
Wonderful things happen in the mud
as a pigeon steals my beer
and the seagulls
somehow yet manage
to swipe my ice cream
The inate silliness
The inate chilliness
The rain curtailed
my walk
and I just stayed home
chirping away
on a computer
pining about the summer
that hasn’t been.
In The Mud Stealing Pigeons
I hate it when they steal my beer. - :)
It's terrible. And I think
It's terrible. And I think they're being paid to do it. Of course I'm just paranoid.