Nov 2023
are for birds
scraps
for a dog
the milk
turned
to curds
the air
into smog
this house
splintered
the yard
gone to seed
this bond
overwintered
and now
it is freed
scraps
for a dog
the milk
turned
to curds
the air
into smog
this house
splintered
the yard
gone to seed
this bond
overwintered
and now
it is freed
(56/F)
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