January 20

This one is a simple abcedarian poem about a geocaching adventure.

Breakfast we leave the sulky
Cat to her own
Devices and
Edge our way around the
Fringes of a cemetery,
Guarding our secret
Hunt for treasure
In the
jurisdiction of the dead
Kicking up
Leaves and stones, we try not to
Miss anything
uNusual or
Pretty close to giving up the
Quest, we poke around the
Roots of an old tree and a
Severed finger shows itself,
Under leaves and inside, a tiny
Vial, and we sign at the bottom of a list of
Worldwide discoverers
Exhilarated by finding
Yellowing plastic digit, we
Zigzag our way back to the cat

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