Elastic waistband
on the stomach of the street
has grown thin with wear.
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– orha writes
Elastic waistband
on the stomach of the street
has grown thin with wear.
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– orha writes
Old Mr. Silk Worm
has had another picnic
at the mulberry.
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– orha writes
The unhallowed tide
will take us one day, goldfish,
back to the ocean.
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– orha writes
So great is my love
for this pink Myrtle I left
my car windows down.
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– orha writes
The happy Myrtle
underneath all that pink blush
has emo branches.
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– orha writes
The Sweet Memories
storefront is now just a sign
on a vacancy.
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– orha writes
The leftover web
a spider forgot to clean
has filled my garage.
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– orha writes
A morning for dogs
to bark at trees and tea leaves
to bark their fortunes.
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– orha writes
Soon enough the road
becomes long and narrow and
all I want is speed.
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– orha writes
The hesitant sign
saying the road works ahead
has stacked traffic cones.
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– orha writes