a Realmomancer's Poems

On the balcony,

fork and knife in hand,

ready to command

this lush field.

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White pillars,

every five increments,

set the entrance

for the view

of the lush green hue

in this field.

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You're in a white dress,

I'm in a blazer --

black as a Robin's nest --

as the watermelon vines

curl around the wooden trellices

in time...

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... to the beat

of the shape

of this Tuscany escape.

Like the back of a sauce bottle!

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