in a Pantoum poem for the Writer's Cramp |
| In the year of twenty-three, a spirit in the night still brings some harmony, about which we shall write. A spirit in the night croons a soothing midnight tune, about which we shall write beneath the light of harvest moon. That soothing midnight tune caresses our weary soul beneath the light of harvest moon, like Mama's chicken casserole. Caressing our weary soul, fireflies restrain the stress, like Mama's chicken casserole, so we can decompress. Fireflies restrain the stress and provide some harmony, so we can decompress in the year of twenty-three. Notes ▶︎ |