Written for Twiglet #210

Up for Grabs

I thought some deer were shadows, and have mistaken ash for snow.
Black and navy blue are confounding, even in bright natural light.

A word jumps into the sentence, winks, then goes home snickering.
Do midnight snacks cause ear worms? Astrological phenomena?

I imagine the thawing polar ice as winter grass streaked with green.
Once upon a time. Once upon a time. Once upon a time. What is time?

I lose track of the days of the week: how can I know right from wrong?
The spaces between particles are stuffed with ideas, on racks, in heaps.

One blames them. One wants them held accountable. Latin, both.
Do I think the worst of him because I’m bombarded by z-waves?

Ceramic Lucky Cat: light on its eye, light on its whiskers, finger claws.
A poem. Like pouring Indian tea from a Chinese pot into a mason jar.

 

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