Thursday, January 6, 2022

Crepuscular Stretch Of The Wildest Imagination

If you ask me, those bunches 
Of wild early evening mint 
Over there sure look like 
A herd of shaggy fauna 
Grazing in a green meadow— 
 
So much in fact, the next thing you know is 
They’ll be hoofing it straightaway 
To the palms of our hands, bent on munching 
The living daylights out of them 
As they make their luminous way here. 
 
 

 

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