Surely, it would be a stretch, I suppose,

To wake up as a freshly greened bluenose

Spotted as plotted far from boats and blows.

Hence, as far as this placed peek-a-boo goes,

Where any of sense hides from desert flows,

I gaffe as giraffe ‘til a new Scot shows. ; )

Teri tired of territory’s tympany, where she felt like expectations were for all to traipse through ghettos in stilettos—a notably futile feat for those hoping to press paths towards pertinent progress, especially when such steps required jumping into faithful falls—putting to bed delusions dried and dead via stances sincere in seemly stead. ; )

Slipped through

Hope’s hold,

Joyful effervescence

Leaves dark

In hand

Save for

Sonoluminescence

By which

Goodbye

Tears die

From hearts apart and, hence,

New light

Serves right

Into

Palliation’s presence. ; )

Alley cats, peachy keen as transpontine, duet with street’s heated beats in bridging fuse of blues and mews. ; )

Sandy’s preference was not to bide in a lush oasis,

But,

Rather,

Her joy was carried in the feated tide of awashed crypsis. ; )