the great unanthologized
still scribble their way across the
internet, the html
crawling, relentless, across the
page.....
and in spring, Just
spring the trees
bloom equally, the
dogwood, cherry blossoms.
forsythia, too,
delighting the eye
as he checks his
mailbox for the common
slips daubed with
black ink, so polite
he has papered his walls
with them, they wink
back at him as he
diapers the child
he, too, can
mimic short vowels
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