Dearest Neighbor, I did, indeed, see you
back into your garbage cans.
As Caravaggio saw Narcissus, or as my
parents saw me minor in poetry.
Category: Metrical
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i meant to write this yesterday
as space and time allowed
but my son came down in his baseball cap
and asked to watch a showwe’re trapped inside this iso home
together and alone
passing time adjacently
as he just gets more grownso while my craft is withering
and needs attentive care
i’m not about to let this chance
pass by meunaware