An SUV of sirs simmering in surquedry still offered her place in the pool, but she, each of honour and humility, chose instead to stride—quite proudly—to school.

Entelechy of leaves’ envisions emerges as east side’s shadow-etching.

Exquisite empress, exempt from any exequatur for eroticism, entices easily.

Shadows in silence may scare, but not lit silhouettes summoned from a zampogna’s blare.

Snowgnome’s memory lies in sunny days yet to come, so, for now, unmelting presence stands stacked as a repast to spheres and globes yet to be lobbed and dribbled.