oh for a four, somehow to find
places where articles are lost
never once again to be found
lucidly in attitudes minus love
abandoned where no one looks up
on little things unconsidered
propositional phrases politely lie
unchallenged awaiting mute replies
silently still sacrificed so subtly
spilt milk sours fast in nola
heat ambles recklessly higher
crushing humidity from the eyes
2016 April
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