~
meanwhile’s cousin ( nisuoc s’elihwnaem )
…
grey between sunbeams
haze between dream’s deep
four jackdaws
in the doldrums of my mind’s eye
the milkman & the postman
swapped moustaches for the day
three pygmy shrews
danced a tango on the patio
lemon curd was spreading
on the top of toasted teacakes
& the grocer saw the ghost
of himself – in a puddle
as a hag in the local rag
married a badger
the courts say it’s illegal
– but maybe it’s love?
…
resarf poetry 
I always look forward to your posts. You are always original.
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i repeat myself a lot & can be too formulaic
but thanks, nice 1
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I love the lines, “the courts say it is illegal, but maybe it’s love.” Wonderful post.
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thank you
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