Mine muse's Mother
.
She came to me
With the bouquet uv
Sprouting flowers
Fruits
glinting
glistering
screaming with bright
I in mine twisted
Reached for
the florescent
the nectarine
screaming with bright
And fled
Mine eccentric
Mine my went wild
mine flower
beams
mine nectarine
produces fruit
Mine literary
stops not
* "stops not" correct spelling
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2023
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