Catawba Consequences

Notwithstanding the countenance:

Such is delicately sprung.

scents aren’tsweet,

yet I sniff-

anyway they plug my nose,

sneeze my lungs,

tickle my eyes,

knows not to crush all petals alike,

pique my throat.

fanciful spirits are not naive to obeisance!

akb

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