it's my sunday
idle intentions imbibing
two tall T and T's
sunday so serenely supposing
my motivations mercurial
yearning yet yawning
sipped sweetness softly
understanding undulating urges
not navigable now
dropping a dime dottingly
and assuaging analysis
yes your yesterday yelps
Poem: Robert Lescatre
Photo: J.G. "Looking North from the summit of Mt. Harvard"
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