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Click herecreating a map for ladders
stepping -to- as threat
and -fro-, leaving with distaste
clumsy beasts of fiberglass
aluminum and illegal
elegant wood,
under certain conditions
of decay and shaky usage
~
beyond ceiling
strange to terrestrials
odd to mice as well
the sometimes obscene clutter
of bats and Asian beetles,
rats, electricians
and nosy cute insulators,
plus uncle’s leather muscle mags
~
below
a crawl away is romantic
snake trails, rarely meat
and former baby buggies
frequent displays of refrigeration
through the ages, rot and mold
escarpment ala Niagara floor
to die for with open streams
flowing below the lives
of reseeded Belgian farmers
keeping cellar cool
~
bounce
2 quarts fresh sour cherries self picked
4 cups sugar
1 quart vodka
trap in large air tight jar
twist and stir twice daily
till sugar melts before eyes
tease for 6 weeks or longer
stored in above below,
expect elegance
pour from wide mouth jars
with fingerless opera gloves
towards short stemmed crystal goblets
a must, a toast, another poem
you stir my own hot blood with your decadent descriptive words... yummm