the platitudes of willful resemblance

I just can’t get this post finished.

so fuck it.

Killed a bug: my
life should be
so important.

________

   Tulips blooming
already have no place
               to go

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  It’s a small talent;
     sweeping pine cones
   off the driveway.

_______

open windows
cat meows ever loudly
caught a mouse

 – Hoc Scripsi