In the midst of Too many high school geometry classes And educational children’s books With count-the-buttons And tie-my-shoes Poor rhombus is thwarted once again In the struggle for recognition. Perhaps rhombus showed up late For the meeting where they assigned meanings To words. Maybe “Pretty” and “Music” Rhombus’ high-school nemeses Got to pick first Because Rhombus had to walk the dog Or pick up brownies for the meeting And arrived at least before snot And taxes.
A cat purring on the floor I walk in through the door He pounces on me but not of joy It’s in his interest to destroy.
Autumn Feels like a strong sprint, Its job to spread beauty Autumn Feels like a cool breeze on my face, The brush of leaves falling.
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