Posted in Short thoughts, Writing challenges

Lyrical wax

blossom’s such a cliché
like Mona Lisa adorning toffee tins
many a march literature steals
on green ink  purveyors of Spring poesies
but when sticky buds vault into verdant
and sex is sprung on naked stems with catkin
I leap hare-like to the lyrical

Joining Kim for a Spring Quadrille

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