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Friday, April 25, 2025

yield


by rhoda penmarq



the terpischorean remnants of the embittered yielders
stared at me from the edge of the tattered lawn

i had my dictionary at the ready
but they thoroughly humiliated me nevertheless

snow-capped mountains to the left of me
shiny black buildings to the right


i turned and ran
but, strangely, heard no laughter behind me

i met eddie jones on the horizon
he upbraided me savagely

but i had had enough
and diverted my energies to the creatures in the river

an old school chum emerged from the mist
wearing a rumpled blazer and a gold braided yachting cap

have mercy, i cried dolorously
i spend my whole life eating out of plastic containers



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