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  Jul 2023 Mike Adam
Ayesha
All night long
I peel off layers of me
thinking up poetry
with my fingers and lips

the little moon melts
and melts
purer than fire

in the morning, I am wax again
undated
a darker green,
jasmine climbs the window,
storms brew, we are older now.
Mike Adam Jun 2023
Grey white
Gulls

Red chimney
Stack

Every year

Ark Ark
  Jun 2023 Mike Adam
Diya soni
What does moonlight smell like?
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