Poetic Form: Septolet

For Miz Jewel Down To Natchez
She's
there still,
old virtues
fluttering,

an excess
of living
in her pale eyes.

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The Day After Today
I consider
the North star
from my
window

then make
a wish
for tomorrow.

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August
I remember
slow, sweet
summer
mornings,

dawn served
like a slice
of ripe cantaloupe.

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Dandelion
Virgin
white fluff
floating
on a sunbeam,

lighter than air,
downy tufts
set free.

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