Seven Times #76: Before They Invent The Letter K


 

Khamsin quiets the dessert bullets;
One-Thousand kyats for your thoughts,
Kneaded into the folds of your mind,
Sharpening the knives of your addiction,
Holding one-thousand kips of force.

You wrote your middle name in keelivine pencil,
At the high kirk of Edinburgh,
With a kitteny disposition.
Fallen blossoms flow down stream around the river’s kink,
Where Walter kippers his herring.

 

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