Insectiferous
You said.
Not sure what it means, but I like the word.
Insectiferous.
Words are slippery. Malleable.
They hide and shape-shift.
Become new inventions
That make me smile
With light
Like that which shines
Through the clouds this very moment
When your finger and the cat’s nose
Draw near.
About this poem
This is part of my poem-a-day series. Every day I write a new poem, starting with the Solstice time of June 22, 2019.
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