SHARED SPACE There once was a lady who shared some space, With another she would like to smack in the face; The muttering, the mumbling, The incoherent jumbling, Made it difficult to occupy the very same place.
3J’s A cry in the sky. Above, gnarly brown fingers – Three blue jays, perched high.
RESPITE A morning’s surprise – A thin sheen of dewy grass. Faint hint of a thaw.
PHONY Always smiling, sweet. Kind, saccharin voice – masking, Malcontent, discord.