sky going on 8

It isn’t hard to see how monotheism
could cause degrees of perplexity. What with
all the winged businesses observing no standard
hours of operation, but we can hazard
a guess this miracle which is a peach
and the thumb of a gentleman
needs only push with a gentility
to feel, smell, see, taste, the juice
that betrays ripeness, the hazarded guess
about designating a peach pulp specialist


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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