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Surviving on a Late Thursday Afternoon

Blooming tulips loving frozen drain pipes.
It’s cold here.
Tonight, we are hoping for miracles.
She always has schemes for survival.
You’re cleared for takeoff.
It might snow this weekend.
How’s business over there?
The traffic’s been light.
You must tell me about apples.
These things comfort my soul.
All of March should be a lion.
April should be a whale.
Whales are entirely loving.
May is a hyacinth blue moose
because I was born in May
on the day Lindbergh landed in Paris.
Defend yourself. Man-up.
How do you spell Katet?
HAHA! I’m a 21st Century Poet,
not fox. You better watch out.
I might post it.

 

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