F15 - PAX ARROYO (1)
Experienced this
Perfection’s agreement
Experience kissed..
Dry? But of course!
Splashin the soil:
Arrival Of Yours..
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You’re an arroyo:
Unfortunate toil..
A storm is a buoyant
Restorin of soil..
Of course it will roil..
A horse with some Toyos..
Aboard is a royal
A sword, and the spoils..
A force’s deployment
When .40 Arroyo
Is short of some oil
And sort of recoils
And jams
In the hand
As varmints ate
Marmalade
Rather than
Dance
To our malaise
Carcass slain..
You’re an arroyo:
Just empty and dusty..
The source of the soil
Is ready to flood it..
No sweat and no budget
So step in the muddy
Exception to what we
Expected, begrudging..
Adjusting to swimming:
From swimming to yachting..
From ugly beginnings
To winning from watching..
Arroyo’s a channel
With flow
Hittin toes
And soil in a sandal:
Big toes
Little clothes..
The soil is a canvas:
With flow
It’s composed
Enjoyment to happen:
With flow
Hidden growth..
Arroyo’s companions
Are soils and splashes
With oils of gladness:
A boisterous maverick..
No soil? No samples!
If dry, then the source
Of joy will flow as
Arrival Of Yours..