Anna Coluthia Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Anna Coluthia



has a spring in her step...
goods in her gracious...
a rat in her pack
with a corn on her monstrance,
a bellowing whisper...
from dawn's light
to dusk's fall
she's sere at the cistern...

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