Poetry · Writing

Zendejas

Too thee helm he walked

dressed to the nine on a commencement high

life begins.

Spring rang through

heads held close

flashes brings the cheese

closer to immortality.

Swinging thee high sun

chased the Earth

too slow.

Zendejas

freshest meat dishes

no clean dishes.

Step to her would be unwise

no blinking all eyes

sporting Emerald green, Gemini

take that chance, butterflies.

 

 

 

 

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