Partly cloudy, 75 degrees is the high
leaves swaying in the breeze the day is passing by
the seconds, the minutes, the hours
the insects, the trees, the flowers
what a sucky poem to write
it sucks mightily, what a plight!
in a black hole's vortex,
in a vacuum's tube,
undo this poetic hex
solve this rubic's cube.
puzzled, baffled, befuddled am I
alliterating words will I try
until then it's part-ly clou-dy
the temperature is 75 degrees
and the leaves sway in the breeze.
May 2009
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