the snails told me to run away…

eccles cakes & echo chambers

april's tangents

friends & strangers

cobwebs & a minor splinter

on the tip of my finger

& the nineteen year winter

threatenings

of former-year's fears

doe a female crocodile

muntjac deer tears

gobshite tapestries

woven sporadically

osperys are top-notch

& spring's a charged battery

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