locale lyric & all the ls
a shell where a mollusc dwells
worn almost flat
then after the beach & marina
I imagine the troopships & minesweepers
were they painted zig-zag black & white to confuse
later hauling nine kilos of gold
curtain the damp halfway up
down the street all the way to “Paris” for dry cleaning
next text – see-you-afternoon-or-evening-Thursday
don’t be wobbly be lovely
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