Non-Erotic PoetryIn the SpringHey, Bud-dy,
let's spend the morning together
while the parchment of the day
unfolds.
Hopefully,
there will be no wrinkles,
Coffee?
Look there,
where the vapors of the fog
fall apart, like rotten cloth,
far beyond mending.
Beautiful, eh?
See the moss valanced pond
spill from the tattered mist
emerging from cover
to reveal the kiss of fish
and nymph
What? Go fishing?
Sure.
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