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Tanka.

"Toad woke up. 'Drat!' he said. 'This house is a mess. I have so much work to do.'

Frog looked through the window. 'Toad, you are right,' said Frog. 'It is a mess.'

Toad pulled the covers over his head." --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Huff-Duff.

"SUNDIAL

Laid,
an onus set,
a gnomon gates sun, on a dial....

Sky rhythms fly by, wryly,
by my crypt —
by syzygy.

Sulphur sun succumbs:
Dusk dulls us, murmurs,
blunts us up.

Soft glows of hollow moon
grow gnomon forms on
ponds of rock.

This night is finishing.
Its vigil lifting, nitid shifting
gilts this dish in twilit stirrings.

Restless edges represent:
The steeple’s lengths lessen when
the flexed degrees descend.

A raw and rampant
dawn attracts a waltz.
A vacant patch draws back:

Laid,
an onus set,
a gnomon gates sun, on a dial."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Me and Bobby McGee.