Pluviculture
Sundin Richards

Everybody
in the buffet
is unhappy
except me
 
Outside senses
washed out white
a cat on a branch
in a song
 
Bringing tranquility
to this troubled pen
insula the Friend
snipers away
 
Spin spun the door
is blooded so I stay
away it’s not mine
peeking
 
through clouds
that look like clouds
anybody leaves anything 
Saint Valentinitus

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