Tuesday, February 17

7 iyig point

Like it was normal And like it was strange, A wave collapsed on The supporting sea and Rushed unashamed to Steal the bay beach-band. *** Not one said a thing But dug their lips in Pristine convent foils Of their white napkins, Sucking food-bits through Their whistling teeth. *** A was always A was always... Hmm, that is why I say that sage Was always The one who flunked.

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