She thinks she’ll
Vanish viral, anoint austerity
Mendacious audacity in a sonnet or sunrise
Say’s “I don't know much Elvis”
But I could recite some Keats for her...
Coffee, tea, and Shelly
That might ford the gap
Perhaps not
In the morning
The baby needs attention
The kettle is braying
This will wait for later
This poem for a mother and daughter
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