I always liked “J”
“J” could be a fish hook
gleaming in that tackle box
ready equally
to grab a finger
or a delicious fish
There was the big “J”
of course
who could either
welcome you to heaven
and everything
rationed here in
war-torn Canada
or lay a guilt trip
that could make you
give up sin
forever
at least until the next time
Jazz
far off but sweet
Jam
sweet but rationed
July
sunburned but sweet
‘Jammies
soft and sweaty sometimes
John
my secret (middle) name
Jasper
mystical mountain retreat
Juniper
soft scented evergreen
Jupiter
mysterious planet
jacks
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Justice
don’t want it
unless you want it
you get the idea . . . .
