THREE POEMS
May 01, 2019
2 minutes
JOHN LEE CLARK
Treasure
Our treasure is to be together. We used to be filthy rich. We had it as good as a ball of worms. We squirmed happily together in caves. We had it so good. We had our old curved nails tearing into pomelos.
It was almost too much. One day a cluster wandered off and found
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