Tapping my foot impatiently, I shout across the field. We have started marching band practice, and while today is offering a little reprieve from the heat, I know we will all be sweaty and grumpy very soon. “Okay! I am ABOUT to start the TIMER! Don’t TENSE up, or this TENTH practice run will have to turn into the eleventh.” And I watch, alternately wincing and cheering, as the band starts up a special arrangement of Winchester Cathedral.

Georg’ann

To comfort she brought cake, chocolate, of course. MOIST
A large piece sitting on a white PLATE
the border edged with green ivy leaves
PETTY desire to hoard it for myself
not share a single crumb
let it play a DUETT with vanilla ice cream,
sung just for me
Fork glides past my TEETH
The TENTH bite every bit
as pleasurable as the first

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