emergency purge 3

when one cloud-laden afternoon,
peddlers of success-wares,
working often as pairs,
set up outskirt tents and utilized
academy-trained charms about how
fishing and boats and fishing boats
could and should grow beyond mere personal
passions or pursuits bringing pleasure

doses for simple souls and instead
developed into enterprises
suitable for profit; should form
companies; tend like a garden; encourage
growth to bring in bowls spilling gold,
if only to afford paints
for sprucing faded spaces
and to more neatly letter a title


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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