I awoke
middle of the night
thinking that
I’d messed up
the count—and of course I’m right!
(Reread Sixty-eight).
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I awoke
middle of the night
thinking that
I’d messed up
the count—and of course I’m right!
(Reread Sixty-eight).
Skat@2024
Another
typical day of
uninspired
waterlog—
more showers and bog here in
bloody Canada.
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I sing at
the Catholic Church,
in the choir.
I’ve done this
For ten years, if you don’t count
Pandemic Sundays.
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October,
we expect fallen
leaves, winds blown,
not this hot
day of raging thunder in
a tropical storm.
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Each morning
now we awake to
the sound of
insistent
bluejays shrieking their demands
for some more peanuts.
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Four men are
on my roof just now,
working hard.
I shower
and it feels an invasion
of my privacy.
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to having
a smart speaker is
when your cat
turns it on
with the volume at full blast,
and it’s rap music!
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You’re going
to laugh, because I’ve
got it wrong:
the count’s off, it’s too
few syllables, ’twas never
a real shadorma!
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Update: Ignore this, I HAVE been doing it correctly after all. As you were.
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Not on the
Whiskey, I swear–I
saw a kit
Tango-ing*
along the curbside just now,
then vanish. Bravo!
Skat@2019
*not actually, but I did see a fox trotting on the street
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seedlings blow
tiny transporters
like snowflakes
on the go
released into atmosphere
to repopulate
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