Daily Poems for 2025

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Beweir
the phisherman’s net
across your datastream
that harvests
the glittering carp
of your identity.

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Weir

The AI rendered this poem as a blue and orange duotone image of a young woman under shimmering blue water, holding a net, eyes matching the orange of small fish that swim around her.