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Dave Robertson Aug 2021
Bubbling in summerโ€™s bouillon
my vegetal notes abound
leaf and fruit under glass
swell quick but threaten

as a base for my tin *** stews
itโ€™ll do in a pinch
but I already yearn
for the inching roots and tubers
colder autumn brings
when sweats are chosen
and frost rimes
glamourise my grin
Tangerine May 2020
๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“‚๐“‚๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ
๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐’ท๐“‡๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰
๐“๐’ถ๐“Š๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡
๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ถ ๐‘”๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“๐‘’ ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘’๐‘’๐“๐‘’
๐’ท๐“๐“Š๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐“€๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ
๐“ˆ๐“…๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ˆ
Cnรฉ Jul 2017
As Thursday dawns and traffic thrums,
the pulse of life is rising.

The temperature is mild for now,
but highs I am despising.

I'll enjoy the ride and abide
within my domain bettin',

That if you're out by noon today,
you really will be sweatin'.

So I'll drink my fluids and try
to keep myself away from trouble,

'Cause when the sun is high today,
the tar will start to bubble.

— The End —