Poem -
A Chip Of Cotton
along the banks of the river; follically challenged scrubbery-
chokes on damp sand and sunshine… cattails etching semaphore
for dragonflies. bobbing in Spring’s spring… like a vibration
on a breeze with clean thoughts and urban widdershins.
the occasional gnat, plastered to a wind shear is often comedy-
as the passerby dissolves in the waltz of a temperamentÂ
masquerading as a global warning…Â
with cold cotton.
she thinks of meÂ
not often.
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Like it except where you talk about us follically challenged people with comb overs! lol! I just comb flat what is left! lol! just having fun with a nice write!............................................................................Jim
Ha!!! You jest best! Thank You for the deep smile!
by the way that art work is beautiful ! I guess it might not look bad after all if I don't comb it over! Glad you got a chuckle from my crude antics!.......Jim
I chuckle buckets. Whimsy is our catapult.
Hi August, so glad to see your work, it's been a while since I've been on. Great imagery( cold cotton, sunshine and damp sand )makes me feel like the cold winter beaches where I live
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