"named storm"
strive on gossamer staggering
shadow problems oppress
stark premise
in the drivethrough druthers
yield to a yeckate* limp
Fearful for my Government Job, Dreaming of Retirement, I Think of Tu Fu.
"MURDER OF CROWS (Triolet)
A murder, from a garden, rose
and left us in the dying light.
The sky is red now—no one knows
a murder from a garden rose.
It’s rare to see so many crows—
and now they’ve gone to gather night.
A murder from a garden rose
and left us in the dying light."
--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
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* to drive a car (Nadsat)
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