Café Front Garden
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Tag: writing
A Song Of Ipet-isu
Let sekhem and sesheshet sing in beat-procession, ringing through these ‘glyphed papyrus-reeds!
For The Lady In The Dulcet-Hued Bandana
The wisps of orange marshal light amidst the blue.
A Sonnet On The Surface Of My Coffee
Now sparse the signs of entropied life sit, floating despite th’impossibility.
