Christmas Nor'easter, waves crash-landing from wind's broken navigation, I kneel on the beach and dig for Amelia Earhart's bones. Yes here, yes now, my arms sweeping sand like Electra's wings, to answer just one death of the tall and the lost. Next to me the cadaver-sniffing dog, furious, frenzied, finds a baloney sandwich from WWIII.
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WWIII and me …. Merry Christmas! Wishes for a splendid 2021, huge wishes with fingers crossed.
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Merry Christmas and fingers crossed for 2021 to you too!!
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WWIII!! Oh Jesus!
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Right?? LOL!
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Electra’s wings are right uo there with Icarus’,it would seem. This piece feels so much bigger than just 55 words, a saga that carries its own history on its rather swayed back. Very happy to see what you’ve done with this twisty little form, qbit. Thanks so much for playing, and have a kickass holiday!
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Thanks! The word count constraint helped me eject a lot of stuff from the poem before it went down in flames. Happy Holidays to you too!!
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So much to love and take in this Qbit but that baloney sandwich is priceless!! Merry Christmas to you and yes hoping for a better year in 2021!
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Merry Christmas to you too!!
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quite a dog!
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That baloney sandwich was a winner!
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The dog thought so too!
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