if Poem rhymed with Moon
the world would end
or not have started spinning
or English spoke
consider that as I tell you
I have minor carpentry skills
so could build a book shelf
somewhere in my house and even fasten it
to almost any wall with things
There are shops nearby with books to buy,
no problem
Feel the joy?
A dog laying on the porch licks his own cock.
The sun bows to shade on the porch
this time of year near 1:00pm
it is no impediment to canine hygiene
So, with fingers still attached
and the shelf half hung
I imagine hands helping me
lift my board and anchor it,
Hands of a handy pretty woman
who tolerates dogs and moon poems
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