"There in Connecticut he sniffed velvet petals"
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Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
A quick list to poets featured in this issue:
love travels
When skunk said, apple blossoms are no better
the perfume of indigestion exited in a beeline
that excited even the poplars along the Maine road.
The sky end of the road held many treasures:
thimbles, tapers, concertinas, coins
and maps of every city swirled down for the taking.
Truckloads of pansies floated on the breeze
on their way to a house which my first love was guarding
on all fours. There in Connecticut he sniffed velvet petals
after crates careened and thudded and almost killed him.
He would have nuzzled them indefinitely.
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