this month sheds days like scales
and another thing breaks
under cornflower skies
another method of conveyence
the express bus
the phonecall kept dropping
and here I read
another poem about furniture
coincidence
but the eye lingers
how to assemble a self
repair or spring for something newer
Love ‘cornflower skies’ beautiful imagery.
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Thank you, Karen!
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