What I’m Invited For: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

To take up the slack,
she invited me for dinner
when I get back,
to shoo out Winter.

And to quietly sit
around her fire pit
and gaze at the stars
and find Venus and Mars
as she makes me
a delish
dish
to remind me
of what I missed.

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