Thursday, September 10, 2015

poem || Jeff Harrison

Quatrain Is Five 

ten the garden,
water is dozen,
plume is eleven,
million the banker's convenience

nine is sweet,
qwerty is delicate as twenty,
mountains or woods and
sink in between (this is two)

darkness is eighty-three,
window is ninety-one,
dollar is one hundred,
coast is two hundred

course is four,
fencepost is seventy-three,
migrating with sleep is eighty-eight,
evening is breeze as ebb (seventy-six)

turncoat is fifty-seven,
silver is zero point nine,
quatrain is job one,
scurry is twenty-two

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