Cobblestoner
.
If i’m finding theirn
whensoever
‘Pon the City Center’s
Cobblestones
howsoever
My will share
Oh yesss
Thus
’Twuz
‘the mine’ seven A.M.ish
The fog not yet lifted from the cobbles
And unto
Mine eyne
Each stone glistered
Shimmering
from the wet
And whut the
glint
Wuz that
‘Twuz her’z
In the
Spaghetti floral beach dress
Sitting at the curb
smiling
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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