Sprawl
The small blue cloth
with which I wipe my glasses
has sprawled itself across
a black eyeglass-case, as some
boozy singer-dancer
might sprawl herself across
the unflappable piano-man.
Poetry by Thomas D

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Written on 2021-02-27 at 08:05




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