Another one of those odd little things from April 2003.


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 The PoetBay support member heart!
I think the second stanza could stand on its own. I liked it.

Compared to the beginning, I love the later part of the poem. Nicely written!