July Poem 31

A beautifully decorated children’s

Choir of storm arose.

We have been full

Of them, felt curtains rooted down

In the communicating corner.

The cold I thought,

Was masquerading as grapefruit.

Many trays of lime juice and salt

People see in his unfinished work were

Directed with an upturned plastic cup.

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