Awakening On The Savannah: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

I awake/
as tho I am on the Savannah./
My thirst won’t slake;/
I forget my manners/
on the slight chance that U/
might be twiddling your thumbs/
thinking of me, 2.

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