IndulgenceA Poem by Joli Dy
And the morning wears her wings
While I hitch and haw my way through things Still wearing last Thursday like a wet towel Or a tightly trussed monastic cowl, Cloistering me here with my weathered vows While the wind beguiles with her wanton wiles, And I spill coffee on my day, and file my files, A high heel knifed through whys and hows. © 2024 Joli DyReviews
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5 Reviews Added on November 22, 2024 Last Updated on November 22, 2024 AuthorJoli DyNew Orleans , LAAboutGuessing this is where we write a bit about ourselves, my least favorite thing. I prefer to be discovered in the scribbles I paste on my wall. You can call me Jo. Briefly, I'm a Cajun gal with deep f.. more..Writing
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