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  • OZONE

    In the morning the merest TRACE will remain,
    little bits of evidence, that WHILE the house
    was still and quiet, I crept about like a little MOUSE.
    A few toast crumbs on the counter, a used tea bag,
    the cup still holding a few sips.
    If you choose to see them, these clues will EVOKE
    for you my restless night, my disrupted sleep,
    while the heavy air and tang of OZONE
    arrived before the storm.

    Georg’ann

    Oh DAISY, with reputation
    for being fresh and delicate.
    You, I would never choose
    to GROUP in a garden bed.
    No intrigue to your structure
    Basic white petals to pluck
    loves me loves me not.
    No wafting scent of CLOVE.
    Standing in perky oblivion
    while OZONE settles in.

    Heather

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