05.June.25

β€œPsst, Geri! I know this brush may seem lush, but it is also quite pricklyβ€”especially on the nosey.”

β€œCome with me. I know a secret spotβ€”a neck twixt those hillsβ€”teeming with trees dolloped by greenery fozy.” ; )

02.June.25

Fawn upon dawn

Partook in a drink

To nourish her think.

Eve up her sleeve

Offered some Kool-Aid,

Hoping for life made.

Preadamite:

Foresaw in the spring

Faith for the living.

Postgardenspite:

Poured out of each lip

Deceptive, dry zip. ; )