Swamp Sludge Mountain Crust River Fingers Reaching
Reaching Fingers River Crust Mountain Swamp Sludge
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Note: Didn’t get around to writing a micropoem for yesterday (gasp!) because I was driving all day to go see Mr. J (hooray!) I drafted this poem in my head while I was driving. For those of you not familiar with my work, I write weird poems about roads and roadkill. Long car rides across state lines are always inspiring.
Note x2: It’s a little longer than a “traditional” micropoem.