New moons
Over Somerville
Vamping about
You caught me
let’s play
Eat your veggies
On a rainbow bike
Morning glories
tuff stuff
can’t get enough
Brass rings with sun
Glass shines at night
Second shopping is tight
Blowing the horn of abraxis
shredding dimensions with praxis
Twenty five visions glimmer and
Shake with a deep inner quake
A whisper escapes
I’m not like other girls-
I’m totally overwhelmed
written on the spot, April 4, 2025, at Small Mart, by poets and non-poets alike.