nothing tonight
I count the letters in the words,
and note them almost matching;
as though the thought of what I think,
caught chatting with its catching,
could cache a cloud
and call out loud
the inking of its hatching.
9/2019
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I count the letters in the words,
and note them almost matching;
as though the thought of what I think,
caught chatting with its catching,
could cache a cloud
and call out loud
the inking of its hatching.
9/2019
_____________________