Scrabble Poem

Foggy onyx eaves

Drip slow, drop sweet

Ezekiel, a query never ending

I am bound, storm or still, to hunt fate:

A.E., I.O.U. a cab”

I jeer at it…

I ache.


(I reused letters by placing some words horizontally and vertically in Scrabble-fashion, with the horizontal word read first and the vertical word read second.)

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