Best Wicket Poems

A lover I once knew, die today
he was alive yesterday
I never thought of him this way.
I never think about the rain 
Unless it flood my drains,
my driveway, my rose garden 
Or dampened my happy mood

Why would the death of my lover
Leave me so sad, and...

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I.

sent home, undeniably 
smooth faced & a smile
traveled ten miles

shocking, the electronic stint
reading, reading, reading
the library; it’s closed

bought instant pot; soups
pressuring, ladeled into two
bowls. Lemony cake

with more lemony frosting
because he asked me too;
nothing else to do

stuck, at home;
sticky wicket —
wicked season

II.

curbside return,
a farside cartoon;
grand opening

tables...

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Sticky Wicket

O molasses sticky wicket -
A groaning preached of tips malaise.
In Boston’s North, ever thicket -
O molasses sticky wicket.
Each towny hand, with no picket,
And hellfire now, they could not raise.
O molasses sticky wicket -
A groaning preached of tips malaise.

An engineer they should have used.
Epic deluge...

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I have seen plenty of things never been experienced by an alive eye socket.
I have been through the struggle of filling my empty pockets.
Call me a sprocket.
But I have valid questions.
Like, when will our country restore its status as food basket?
When will I have fresh...

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