A Washtub of Ghosts

I asked the
Bouncing ball
What time
The light bulbs
Go out?

A washtub of ghosts, said the ball

It’s just
A squeeze of light, the darling blink of darkness,
Came the second reply

The sleeping cat is a fat chance

The dollar amount is traffic

The atoms are a taste test

Genes are the mocking call

In cursive, beware

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