Trebuchet reverses dither fears.
I lack diversion without font size
emulsified in answer
to spring drizzle near young fire.
Tap the story line, that I might
Winifred your comments brazenly
while doing laps around your straightedge
pool, your kismet pond
with life in it as we once
slithered through the moss and water.
Yard length used to maƮtre d'
when cinders crunched arrival
of a butler or a yearling or a nun
in time for votive props and silver
gist of what seemed fabrication
prior to the sudden stance of vision.
Sheila E. Murphy
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