Citrus blues.
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I climb mountains.
A resting place near a fountain
Under the willow tree.
Where you hear the shallow sea
Which scrubs the stony shore
Where sea urchins find home.
I have poppies around me
I snap their stalks and drink the milk.
The cobweb which is like the silk that stones me
Sometimes i have to.
Sometimes i don't.
But it's always there.
My flask with the teardrops for tomorrow. Sometimes worry, sometimes sorrow.
So may i borrow your time.
And put some lime in my eyes.
Until another day dies.
So I'm not saying goodbyes.
Im saying hello to your beautiful eyes.
And im asking for citrus blues.
Because i already have salt and tequila.
Hunches and cues with clues.
Left with tobacco crumbs and Shangri-La cruise.
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Poem by Marko Tivanovac
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“Summer’s passing”
Summer’s passing
Bare heads hang empty, /
stalks and leaves brown and crispy. /
Spiders claim briskly.
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#spiders #briskly #crispy #empty #heads #summer #flowers #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #september #friday #090222 #2022
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