(Dear Reader, Please bear with me! We’re coming down the main stretch – did you notice things are getting sillier! There will be a hiatus on posted poems after April 30, I promise. Though, not from writing poetry, thanks to NaPoWriMO, I’m working on a new chapbook.)
Can You Bare One Mo?
Beware the bare.
Bares come in many colors, brown, black, white.
Does a bare sit in the woods?
How can you bare him?
Vote for the right to keep and arm bare.
Bare yourself to love.
Bare feet may lead to pregnancy.
Bare a grudge, no longer drudge.
Bare in mind, new thoughts will blossom.
You deserve a big bare hug.
Bare with me!
Bare today, gone tomorrow.