SCOPE     [Stefanie Bennett]

 

 

What counts? Well...

Fingers do when

There’s no obstruction,

Colour, sense and

Nonsense;

 

Empathy nudged

By Quarks galore

And twin-set

Mittens

Made

       Openly

In Babylon.

In Balashikha.

 

 

 

LIBATION      [Stefanie Bennett]

 

 

I’m to blame-.

I was born

A nondescript

Rhythmist

Repeatedly drumming

A tin plate

With a wooden spoon.

It can’t get

                Any better

That that. It’s

 

What you do with

What you’ve got.

 

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