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vagrant observations

West Coast Notebook Re-Entry Poem

if only all days
were the ways
in which
the rainbow propagates
into jumbo mouse ears.
wrought iron fences shaped to… 138 more words

A little taste...

Wanna lick it?

He said, waving it

playfully in my face,

just inches from

my nose.

I don’t lick often,

but his tone was… 93 more words