12/12/2020

High Tide

who put the lick in licorice

who put the fly in flying fish

crème de menthe at high tide

cotton candy, dandified

 

fe fi fo fum

what rhymes with fum

to sleep, perchance to dream

what rhymes with dream

[RK, 12/12/2020]



Dung Beetle
dryer lint, floor sweepings, that dead anole
I meant to capture and release
dust velociraptors beneath tables
a bucket of peanut shells
leaking faucet
patched walls
 
thank god for dustpans, brooms, bleach
rage, and compost holes excavated
in the middle of my kitchens
fastidious and far reaching
perhaps I take recycling too far
[RK, 12/12/2020]

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