Grimbeau

Scroodles

Fifteen minutes thrum

sat broody top blue duvet,

hatching awesome eggs…

inscrutable hors d’oeuvre.

Get the lift down primed to go.

Wash away the evidence.

A gulf of crusted vanished years

Filed Under: Poetry, writing

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