I open the misty salute with a caveat
that I had never trained as a painter.
The dreamy scene remains however,
caged only in something as fickle
as language, forgotten the next day.
How groom also refers to stableboy
might crack you up, velvet tux & all,
that eye-shutting howl. Quick glance
at her shiny red-hot pelt could dictate
the evening sitter, or the bridal air.
Regards from last brushstrokes: why,
yes, a wildcat would espouse his ilk.
that I had never trained as a painter.
The dreamy scene remains however,
caged only in something as fickle
as language, forgotten the next day.
How groom also refers to stableboy
might crack you up, velvet tux & all,
that eye-shutting howl. Quick glance
at her shiny red-hot pelt could dictate
the evening sitter, or the bridal air.
Regards from last brushstrokes: why,
yes, a wildcat would espouse his ilk.
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