17. g2LaPianistaIrlandesa

A Half Sonnet

Just half a sonnet?  What's the good of that?
You can't compare a summer's day in such
a crampèd space.  I think perhaps a cat
could not itself fit in.  And yet not much
is done with numbers odd in poetry,
but I can't blame them.  Numbers such as these
they have their place, their time, they have their space.
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