Care to share your latest poem? And where you wrote it!?

here's mine:

flower's open.
insects land, spreading pollen
, supping nectar.

when flower's closed
bugs assault buds?
if in?

worm squeezed through
bud feast, greedy thing,
can out,

or, grown gross to,
make off @ sunrise
when bud unfurls,

or time, have become candy,
or quite gone, down stem?


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wrote in staff room of japanese junior high school, on rainy, rainy st david's day.

here's mine: flower's open. insects land, spreading pollen , supping nectar. when flower's closed bugs assault buds? if in? worm squeezed through bud feast, greedy thing, can out, or, grown gross to, make...

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