During the Mirthquake of
‘17
–a 10 on the Rib-tickler scale,
and off the
sighs-mc charts
(no maudlin Kasey Kasum)
I suffused a stoke…
a symbolism
in my art Tree…
a har de har harricane
that came in great
gusts-o
those gusts!
shifting blue in my view
too Sunny Bonus
sky…
a newly swayed
shoe,
a teetering, tall, trainer
–a shoe!
that fit like a love,
and god bless…
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