April’s NaPoWriMo being over may lead to…
May Sin Mojo!
Garlic, olive oil and sour oranges?
A recipe for poetic mojo-loss.
That citrus fruit is sappy rhymelessness…
Much rain and bioluminescent moss
brought an evening of rare gorgeousness.
To this we add new moon split fin flashlight fish,
a sparkle night at the museum, full-shine;
and you get: these Ottawa rima lines.