You blow, wind. You flow, water.
You end snow; winter, you begin.
You’re a slow walk in a new wig. You gnaw wood like a rat.
You’ve been the hero of a fast-draw Western. You slew wicked witches
everywhere you went.
Your legend grew, waxed fat as a glowworm.
When you come to my town
like an egg, you appear in yellow / white.
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Thursday, November 26, 2020
Double Double You
Labels:
alliterative,
poetry,
retreat
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