poetry: mildewed

Apr 16, 2021

the morning hue

. . . . . after his to-do

rose up upon

. . . . . you

wafted ewe

. . . . . milk past-due

down wind

. . . . . mild-ew

202104

Written by Roz M4ddr

Human hacking the boundaries of experience. Mixing Poetry & Engineering. Making hay wending wyrd. Twitter:@jdcarlston, IG:@r0zm4ddr, (they)

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