10.September.26

That which alights horizon of sweating swevens,

Connecting its bow to rain collected below,

Buttercupping awe across pool’s static still—

Like the grace of a tear running a chinned cheek

As it limns balm upon morbidezza’s fallen face—

Finds, in its terrestrial tattoo, an oneiric offspring,

An iteration of itself as fleeting as a held blink,

Yet sincere enough to assure that it—as ink’s imago—

Holds worth—in space of its breaking, bonding mercy. ; )

07.September.26

Epic endearers, peacocks attempted to appease the peahen.

Episodically-engaged peacock told her she was peachy keen.

Epistemically-inclined peacock told her she had an appealing personality.

Epitomes of futilities, peafowls’ fouls did not actually appear to leave peahen feeling that shows were sincere.

Epiphonema, please, for the peas: If tail of tale is fail, choose coo that is true-blue. ; )