how don't the donkey tails
cactii drown
in this pink blotchy
rain of a day
more times the sun
reshuffled the tarot sky
left me grasping
at the glossary
for an omen of intention
in an otherwise
meander of spirit while
some herbs wilt and yellow
some bugs move indoors
some heads ache
some skins itch
doors swell in their frames
and though ceilings may sag
frogs will delight
each knight their cup
of smoggy grog
Smoggy grog!!
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