a forgotten wind chime
swims in the breeze
echoes of spring
and small sweet gifts
as i, tearing out
all the centuries
with a little drop
of patient poision
what great light
of life this is
more water please
pass under this bridge
made by my own legs on this a day
with one sea foot still in my grave
2 comments:
Love it! So wicked.
Especially the third verse.
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