mirror
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mirror cinquain poetry scifaiku sequence The NeogamistLet’s meet
next Septober
(at latest Octember) —
we’ll stroll the midwinter beaches,
sun-drenched.
Half past
the lost hour of pasteurmony,
you off to your own room
and I in mine,
we’d sniff
a sharp
Earth pungency
twice incorporeal.
Our hearts will skip a dozen beats,
not quite
fully
used to white palladium bands
which this Marchruary
seem so clearly
foreign.
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