(Or: How that Cat in the Hat invaded my dream)
I miss you;
but wander I won't.
I kiss you
and ponder
I don't; on poems
from old books sent
by friends
with whom looks have
never been traded.
In other news
the dreams of a muse
have me dreaming in
seussian rhyme.
Escape, I cannot!
For fear of a thought
leaves me feeling
much less than sublime.
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