Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Wednesday, December 8, 2021

"Under The Sun"

The flower blooms in brightness of the sun

Remarkable complexity to stun

High functioning exotic lightly spun

Always leaving me a bit undone

Amazingly, she's new beneath the sun


What did you expect?  It's been awhile...



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