Monday, August 30, 2021

poetry form week 73, co-post from wordle 516

   


call his name out, aloud

wind the ice cream off the freezer, now,

sin the water bottle down, then,

grin and conduct rice bowls, after finishing work

rise and close the garage door , no more driving,

stories are cooked for sure, miles ago,

imagine a package of Jasmine Tea, eve

a ups truck stops in the front, gone.... 

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