Bleary-eyed drunks
stagger down the street;
Eyes drawn to
orbs of color,
Looking up,
the lanterns become
planets.
Spinning spheres of
vertiginousness
that send tipsy chappies
face first into terra firma.
Phantasm Avenue [Free Verse]
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in a city park,
muscular baobabs &
wiry strangler figs
provide residences
for the fierce squirrels.








