an assortment of bobs

~

an assortment of bobs  (  sbob fo tnemtrossa na  )






rubber ducks on duck ponds

quacking at the swans


apples in a pale

on a misted eve in autumn


driftwood on the ocean

seeking distant beaches


bodies by the towpath

corpses in canals


heads & necks in drum-spun

bits & beats of rhythm


sprites up in the night's bright

dodging satellites


flocks of nodding wagtails

prancing with the pigeons


& a loon beneath the moonbeams

- probably, your uncle


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