Sunday, August 2, 2020

Trifle Defined

Dear Trifle
A love note, 
folded to stand, 
forever in our 
heartmind,
eternal ephemeral, 
art and garbage.

Love,

August the Tooth

Before I jump in a puddle 
with the pigment I need 
to rig my jigs. 
Wonderful Sunday morning.


….

part poem
8/2/2020



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