~ ~ Today’s Short #Poem 174
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Well
we certainly cleared the room
A couple twisters invited to lunch
Two eyes
calm
within their own cyclone
Our hosts
hands on temples
trembled
skedaddled
I guess you’re back home
No guilt or ego
We just translate
our lines