you are quite distinctly
Round and you
don’t whistle, you groan like a
Tortured soul
at first, a moan rising to a shriek, a most
Trenchant summons
i carefully with a potholder grasp your
Arching handle
pop open the spout and pour a stream of
Steaming water
into a mug with one or two bags of
Fragrant tea
which i will take to the backyard and sip in
Autumnal sunshine.
Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside
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