as Trump galloped past
the finishing post, he found...

Alone.. I look up with wide, suspicious eyes...
I can hear them; their stench, a palpable puss...

Quill quivers and quakes
Above the naked parchment...

Nature awaking
to the pitter pattering...

My wish
Squirmy plate of...

By night's moonlight I see your beauty so,
A treasured sight like many setting suns...

the avocets are coming
i feel them on the wind...

.
whoop, whoop...

drinking in old Damascus caused
riots when decades of 'dry' were lifted...

Drop of life...
~~~Within a~~~ . . . . . . . . . . . .p...

.
Retell my tarnished mirror, please retell...

As fluting beaks rejoiced the waking sun,
I knew your furrowed heart needed a balm...