Two hares
sit in the wood
“A turd in the hand
worse
two in the tush”
“Better mate then,
Heather?”
“Every grounds
got a silver
mine in”
“Better mate then,
Heather?”
“What…
Is that
hope
practico?”
[from Michele’s prompt: “Hope”]
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Two hares
sit in the wood
“A turd in the hand
worse
two in the tush”
“Better mate then,
Heather?”
“Every grounds
got a silver
mine in”
“Better mate then,
Heather?”
“What…
Is that
hope
practico?”
[from Michele’s prompt: “Hope”]
Somewhere between the lines
stories whisper
through cracks
fragments appear
when we open
understanding arrives
at wits end
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