frank mestre Poems

The Bud by Mr. Bumble

This bud shines. She stands so tall
Mysticle, slender a cut above all
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IT’S AN ITCH

It’s a bright sunny day. ‘Where shall we go? ’
‘For a walk? ’ ’No! ’ ‘A drive? ‘ No! ’ ‘The beach? ’ ‘ No! ’
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Through the eyes of a vole (water rat)

Walking, seeing through eyes of the vole
Peep out from our world as if from their hole
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Will the last installment be painful?

Will we ever be ready?
It’s all seems a trifle heady
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