under fair blond locks,
shingles-lesions tear my brow,
sweetness needed now
in the social kitchen,
the "monster" Baesop leads the
group tea-creation
first rinse: he sends the
"penny-lane nurse," new-costumed in
floral plethora
crumpled form, I look up.
how sweet this citrus-kissed gift!
these kind blue-poppies!
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