[Susan d.S.]

Effort number 2:

‘Round November ,
Under its sky,
Scuds of leaves
Skate and fly.
Emerald’s embers,
They fill the streets,
They swell with rains,
Heap up in piles,
En-clog the drains.
Reddish leaves are
Easily seen
And routed by a
Power blower-
Evictor grim- of
Russet; the reaper.

[Roger Slater]

Why Now?

When I
Have gotten over you
You vow

Never to leave again.
Okay,
Why now?

[Orwn Acra]

Krakatoa

A'a,
AA!

[Orwn Acra]

Until the Fat Lady Sings

Maria's
Ululations:
Mum.

[FOsen]

Until I glanced down,
Narcissus, and found
That face near the ground,
I wore a frown,
Life seemed so long.
Then we became fond
Here by the pond,
Ensnared in our song.
Reclining, I see
Each line of your face,
Which I mentally trace
As you worship me.
Still, it could be true
You're not that discrete,
Oh, but we weren’t complete,
Until there was you.

[Susan McLean]

Very funny, Frank. I particularly like the play on "discrete."

Susan