Short Poem No.3

Gray was unfamiliar with the herald moth
like the water bed and the tree of knowledge and knotgrass
Gray Mullet could lug a soul sister to destroy

Waiting for a dimming of the lanthanide,
Han Shan climbed down from the tree tomato
to collect the bowlful of South passed on by Li Po
and a notepad – inside the cover page, a rest – the pogey

A tonometer under the cherry laurel blotto

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