Seven
.
...On the seventh
Mine day uv leave
this day turned pitch
the moon
glowed
yet trimmed
Ourn limbz were
locked
with want
until the entrance uv mine
fly
Sending me
to mine lonely uv her
Mine abode
*"the entrance uv 'mine fly'": my jet
{3-15-2023 my son'z birthday today}
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2023
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