Just a typo
made in a hurry
in a Facebook message
by somebody else

leafy upsidedown pyramids
that used to grace
edges of meadows
and roadsides
first pale then dying then
rotting upright
years after
gone to a fungus
imported from Europe

harbinger to zebra mussels
and purple loostrife
and African killer bees
and milk in starving black babies
that can’t digest it
and pharmaceutical experimentation

ah the global village

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to probelms

  1. Mary Anne says:

    Not sure what the upside down pyramids were but this poem makes really nice sounds.

    • riverwriter says:

      Good point about the pyramids. I have made an edit that may work to clarify. Thanks for the insight.

      Interesting about the sounds. You are the second person in as many days to like the sound of one of my poems.

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