Gray Squirrel Poet Free verse

All The Luster

Where Now We
Lustre Exposed
It Self Same Cave
Man Un-Hooked
Tide To The Tale-Man-Mad Made.

Oh, No Waste With More
POLISH!

Just Stop All
The Polishing
Soft Infant Nurtured 
Oh To Soft Raised
To Animal Where
It Came On Come
It Came There In.

No Time For Cleaning.

-Gray Squirrel

01-03-2026

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Gray Squirrel January 3, 2026 at 4:32 AM You're just gonna get dirty, get deep in dirt covered in Earth anyway (nostalgic.) And all there, there buried where it goes, unless you un-earthed all you wanted to, and can do that too... deep in deeply... Your Trash Is My Buried Cache Of Treasure!!! YAY!