Monday, April 15, 2019

NaPoWriMo, Day Fifteen, Poem Fifteen


Lease

Safeword
is Stockholm.

Eyes fold
into blinds.

All know
Man's bluster

is bluff
and call

to say they'll
be early.

Why find
themselves

when others
tell place.

Hold selves
hostage

No one pays
small ransom.



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