Catfu's series of lunch poems, I thought I'd try my hand:
Here goes
really very little
between Maui
and Maine
and now
I'd prefer staying home
where I can watch
the gerbera daisy
forget to grow
and attach bodies
to the voices
of a young mother
and child next door.
Whose wailing
and affirmation
have out-noised me.
Everything dainty
as a thumbtack
or sweet-smelling
and girlish.
What foggy ghost
parade marched by
this morning
as I lay in bed
waiting for inspiration
same as every other.
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