did you see three green bugs eating coffeecake flowers & squirming on bellies as they danced to the beat of caramel kisses from here to their hole?
Thank you to the editors of The Magnetic Poetry Book of Poetry for first publishing this poem.
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Tag: flower
Iris
Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.
