Where bursts lurk
worsts shirk mediums
to lunge at clarifiers
rarifying the sense
of understood.
Stand packed
where the sub's way
makes cork skewers
shrewing across oceans'
threat topped tubes.
Waves cave crests
cavatappi cataclysms
al dente to the teeth
where the drills spurn
six more feet deep.
Such play-words!
Inspires the writer in us.
-t
Missed you at WFOP this year. 😉
Thank you! I was sad to miss it, but for a good reason (newborn!).