what do you call a circular flourish in the air?     a bird

what do you call yellow and pink and blue?      dawn, maybe dusk

what do you call ten fingers like a cup?     finding your face

what do you call a combustable memory, then none?     a flame

what do you call a river between sky and land?     rain

what do you call the sky upside down?     a bowl

what do you call an idyll stroll from the west?     zephyr

what do you call a wrinkle in the sky?     summit

what do you call one eye open, one eye closed?     a question mark

what do you call a boy born from a peach?     Momotaro

what do you call room enough for one more?     bench

what do you call how earth sees your face?     bare feet

what do you call a mountain going home?     mud

what do you call hunger revealed?     spoon

what do you call the shadow on your face?     lips
 
 
 
 
Fair is fair.   The blog so christened, then shouldn’t it
contain a poem of its own kins sake name?