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Poems

Fridays piling up
Like migrants at the border
The poet snoring

After the rain
A sun-stranded worm
Like a question mark

Stillness so deep
You can hear
A pen fall

Splat!
The universe
In a raindrop

Posted on May 3, 2019 by Mikels Skele

April hailstorm
My fragile garden
Laughs it off