Bridging The Gulf

in Poetry

For Snz: ….Her six words… jetpack, crooner, shapeshift, biscuit, chalet, sly

Bridging The Gulf

It was
a jetpack
nothing sly
about a G-5

a special interest
of a young

toss ‘em but a biscuit
toss ‘em but a bone
but do so
in the company’s

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