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Briars
scrape my flailing
palm as crane flies drone when
prickly hedges ooze their black fruit
mists in
clay bake air I gulp a signal
“slake those red throat blisters”
with green leaf dew
and balm

Rating
Average: 5 (1 vote)
Sun, 2020-05-17 08:11
#1
Regina Regina
Brilliant cinquain on a heat wave. You capture your subjects so well in your writing, M. Endless joy. :))))
Sun, 2020-05-17 16:16
#2
You are so kind and generous in your reviews, Regina.
It sustains me

M