Quick Note

Quick Note: These aren't one screen poems,
so this can be presented either as a
scroll-a-thon (the evermore post requiring
a reader to go down, down, down, down,
you get the idea) or like taffy, stretched out
among days.

Taffy tastes good. Especially sea taffy - taffy
produced near or on a boardwalk. Yes,
I know that the taffy machine at the
boardwalk is the same machine as the one
in Chico, California. So explain to me how
waterside taffy tastes so much better.

Taffy's the winner; this next poem will
be stretched
over
a few
days . . .

- E