Winter Rat Poems

I am in my beautifully decorated office where I have dragged overflow 
A baby gift that should have been given over to the new mama...

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My transportive 
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.


I ask if I might speak
with the Editor...

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(This is illustrated with a Square Wheel wagon being pulled and pushed in a large "rat cage" - making NO progress


Work's like a rat cage.
You...

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This photograph of me and you
gauze red shirt and winter sunned
on our way to New York City
to traipse the town and eat Chinese
is still on...

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