Four & Twenty

[Colm Roe]

Her sense of style...timeless.
Italian hotels...always former palaces,
no pretensions...she cuts her cloth. 
Class doesn't require cash. 
 

[Colm Roe]

Tumbleweeds enter, stage left.
Trumps falling oblivious paths
through the scrub, but scour trails
too deep to repair...or care.
 

[Colm Roe]

'Love the one you're with'
I tried that once, the result
an ugly STD, nasty divorce 
and a second mortgage!
 

[Gyppo]

My garden is a tropical jungle.
a poster child for global warming.
I work sporadically,
in the slightly cooler evening.

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I wear shorts recently, 
cut off old Cammo trousers.
Cooler, but un-hemmed and fraying
because my sewing machine has died.

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[Tracy Mitchell]

borage fleshes edible leaves
for episodic healing-- 
zucchini collect morning 
dew sparkle for evening sautè 
 

[Colm Roe]

I could stay, my knees
scraping more apologetic skin
on our already bloodied floor,
but the calluses are too deep.
 

[Colm Roe]

He's in ICU without windows. 
Night or day?
A clock, almost in his face 
slaps him down...minute by minute.  

[Tracy Mitchell]

Colm I love your Four & Twenty prolification. 

[ajduclos]

       
bumblebee enters open hosta flower
penetrates deep her veiled boudoir
blossom shimmers quivers quakes 
he leaves     both sated     fulfilled
 

[Tracy Mitchell]

Nice, Aimè! 

Glad you are able to steal some time for this. 

I will be trying to catch up with you form-driven greyhounds over at the Decathlon pit.