Repeating my first submission, from the comment within Dale’s post:
Brine
Spry
Sigh
Fear
Oomph
Sex
Seeping
Clocked
Annoying
Sane
And my second one, which I’ve been holding back to work on a bit:
Who flows,
knows,
phases,
cuts through…
sinks through.
Stays.
Settles.
Soaks through…
…new waves
dies.
Ooh! I really like this one (the new one).
[crickets]
Shhh… I’m looking at an ad in the NYT for the NY Ceramics Fair… it features the head of a pointer.
We live in the end times. Poetry cannot save us.
Is that end-times comment some sort of commentary on the fact that I actually completed an assignment?
Is the pointer available to the public? I like dogs.
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