Another one of those odd little things from April 2003.




Realism

On the night after Patrick met Patrick to joust with their gladsome épées, Felix awoke (and rushed toward the coffee-pot) at 3.04 am.

O fortunate Felix, who can read Caelica as sparrows sleep and airplanes mumble sweet nothings! O happy city, where poets crow haikus at the silver encroachment of dawn! 





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Written on 2018-09-13 at 09:36

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Ashe
I think the second stanza could stand on its own. I liked it.
Ashe
2018-09-14


Bibek
Compared to the beginning, I love the later part of the poem. Nicely written!
2018-09-13