Where the cloud goes & other morsals

What do you want
young lady
she asked
an injection
I said
is what I want,
of love

—

This note on the violin
shows where that cloud goes
always the flute knows
the whereabouts of the moon.

—

don’t waste your time with a drizzle,
get on with a downpour

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