Clandestine wrapping
and signing of birthday cards,
the children and I.
by Scooj
Clandestine wrapping
and signing of birthday cards,
the children and I.
by Scooj
Through venetian blinds
a segmented vista calls
out ‘pack up and go’.
by Scooj
I popped the question
at seventeen thousand feet,
a literal high.
by Scooj
.
We were lovers once
those affections did not last
but they were not lost.
.
by Scooj
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Uncompromising
Mother Earth is in torpor
awaiting new life.
.
by Scooj
Awful acronyms
dehumanise our language,
dehumanise us.
by Scooj
Much needed although
unwelcome interruption;
the heavens open.
by Scooj
.
No satisfaction
thumbing through volumes of books
I will never read.
.
by Scooj
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I’m in the greenhouse
That’s where you’ll find me, growing
As a human bean.
.
by Scooj
* With apologies.
Prolonged dry weather,
as we call it in the trade,
set to hang about.
by Scooj