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| I carry my lunch pail swing the clasp box in tow, know I carry you where I go My coffee warm as your heart vigor consumed on dirt at noon. Coming home soon. The clock crows in my heart. I’m coming home to you see cornbread consumed on checkered cloth — stirring our hearts with spoons. We canoodle in the aroma of a plank-board room — love hovers over our air. The clock sings soon, too. Last cup of strong Joe before rocks crushed and carried to quarry to collect carats for a ring banded so smooth. I carry my box home fast, lighter, longing your heart next to my heart — a soul of two. Up the cool porch I bound. Outstretched, I’m received above a firm clasp. I really carry you now. Soft in the parlor caress a prize. From my box a box I carried just for you, until this June. I crush rocks hard for you. Cradle a soft heart so tender. 9.2.22 31 lines Free Verse For The Daily Poem Sampling some alliteration, also assonance with some consonance not so cautiously but casually. new for 2024: "Re: EIGHT - 08.19.24"  What I Carry I carry my lunch pail swing the clasp box in tow, know I carry you where I must go with coffee warm as your heart I quench the strong Joe before rocks crushed and carried so we can afford to be married with a diamond on your hand. |
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