170 / the cat paces the floor, wanting to fall out into the blue winter night air, not understanding my want of his internment •
171 / unhinging his jaw, he slowly takes in the moon— the whole of it vanishing in one large swallow— in turn, darkness swallows him
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172 / in early morning, shaggy ponies breathe out steam— stand in vacant fields— wild grasses startle and stroke up against their spotted flanks
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On my son's magnetic board he randomly grouped instinctual words: boys, sea, quick, and green— due to the manner of the loose arrangement of letters, I pulled the following verse together:
173 / quick boys by the sea fall into greening waves of drag and weave, take their hard bodies beyond any limits— riding their life’s crest
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A treat for me to read tonight. I smiled with recognition at 170. My cats win - but wake me with howling and door scratching at 3am as they clamour to escape the frosts.
ReplyDeleteI'm tickled by what your skill, a magnetic board and a few random words will throw up!