looking West over the atrium |
was life anotherverb anotherdayglow night dream seam stitching the riptides
and ridesglides diodes glow-hides blight-fights lights and shadow attendants
all the audience and orchestra too music followers roteprone falling rabbit holes
those who hear the bark crumble accordion eerie(s) of the dryads sirens throughout
the prattle forest winter sound ground level tells
time has you seated in lulls yelps murmurs soft wandering wondering
through these calendrical beat kept elliptical scribble clarity rituals
you insist on keeping you wholly you
all thAT IS ALMOST PERFECT
when alone after midnight
and the poem comes calling
what do you do here 'I think of Love'
in a solitudinal manner and try to let it grow unnoticed
inside the forest
of someone
who might give a shit
for a little bit or at least
until they run out of patience
or I run out of poems
EJR ©
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