this is not a poem

 

 

we sit and we wait.
red
across the street in the foreclosure
a skunk
why does this snow smell like mud?

 

why does this place smell like garlic?
definitely a skunk
anything that says heavy cream
green
tomorrow is here.

 

 

miz quickly’s warm up #2

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