And the last straw
Made it certain that
The zephyr will not
Cometh this way
Although the piteous
Bird has given her
Consent to hunker
Down on the streets of
Poetry-less dysentery
Had the locked trunk
Whistled in the rain
And in endless traffic
The sultry tail end of
A nonchalant day
Broke into a jazz quartet
"Nonetheless" sighed
Bonolata in dismay
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