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Timid Mouse With Scarlet Hue, by Bobby Warner

23/6/2015

Helen sat all alone in the house,
all melancholy and blue.
Along came a timid mouse,
its face a bright scarlet hue.

"Please, Mr. Mouse, rescue me,"
piped Helen in a desperate voice.
"I would, if I could, rescue thee,
(twittered Mr. Mouse)
"But you see, I haven't that choice."

Drawers Lined With Silk, by Bobby Warner

23/6/2015

She purchased a lovely Queen
Anne console table in
beautiful, gleaming
dark cherry wood.

She put it in her sitting
room and lined the
drawers with expensive
purple silk.

"The drawers are filled
with letters from my
many lovers," she bragged,
knowing she told a lie.

For both drawers were
empty and locked.
She had never had a beau,
nor had she ever wanted one.

Ascent, by Jan Jorgensen

19/6/2015

A snail regatta rides
the rough waves
of the Chinese Elm.

Pale corn-colored spirals
glide atop tan rudders.

How easily they could be
buttons scattered on a bare table –
collar and cuff, skirt, jacket, coat.

Later in the day they have vanished
and I stand looking up into the tree.

Is each strange foot sensible
without sensing pain –
able to grip yet slide upward?

Does need drive them –
or desire?

Do they race to the top,
retreat fully into their shells,
and dare one another

to drop –
trusting in the broad leaf safety
of the lilies of the valley?

Timid Mouse With Scarlet Hue, by Bobby Warner

Drawers Lined With Silk, by Bobby Warner

Ascent, by Jan Jorgensen

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