by February 3, 2020 0 comments

When Spring is in
the air, but not quite arrived,
when the King’s Cake is naught but crumbs,
after Endymion and Rex
have strutted their stuff,
we will endure
the fuzziest examinations of ourselves,
the day after we have hoarded
all those bejeweled singing strings
and rolling doubloons, but
in the meantime,
let the good times roll!!

editors note:

It’s no lazy lay to “Laissez le…” Introspection after is hard work. – mh clay

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