Than-Bauk October 8
Not Henpecked
Not shy, this bird.
Beak’s absurdist
beat, stirred my spouse.
Early Appointment
slip on long pants
coolness paints cheeks
car points the way
Silhouettes at Dawn
Sky is pale blue
as pines shoo dark;
their hue - sable-green.
My Nose is Cold
Not cold enough
without puff gasp.
The bluff is called.
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