Monday, 26 June 2023

De/i/cides

poets can't be choosers

they say

I say

when the words line up

their throats exposed

like sacrificial lambs

beggars are gods

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Haiku #5

  The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover