November Morning, driving to Geneva
While I was driving east to town today
a metaphor escaped my morning mind
as sun eluded mist, a brilliant reprieve.
As for that metaphor eclipsed by sun:
why substitute a simile or simply curse?
If a trope eludes me then I’ll let it be,
it’s headed for a better metaverse.
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🌤
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(written that night when I couldn't get to sleep!)
