Sheila Murphy
Kissed by Key Lime Pie Charts
Pluck the dizzy feed for naught blooms
wing stretched pinched or laden load
on down the miniature parlor of the mind intact
in tacit rainbow deer foamed lingual fracas
charmed not meagerly ratcheted up
long windscreens 'cross the shield of harvest glass
within our grasp the starlings bleat (no sheets on lines)
and clarinets go clear beneath the flute strings
wobbly as infractions kissed by key lime pie charts
gone figurine along across upon the shore
intaglio just breezes near where chores go flat
apart and unperformed the weather is a brat
the telling is the better feast just leaving the unmatrixed
shore