Sleepy head curls
are a kept rage
The shining wheel chair squeaks
A long face holds
mute humanness
I found a book full of fallen leaves They
fell out
quietly
Clocks don't want
to be noticed
A day's sweat declares itself
Affronts
What, she says,
have you got tucked away there
This head
has shut up shop
All that is solitude-visible and evocative.... Yes!
ReplyDeleteGrand!
Twould be good at least to fall out quietly, with no more than the bare minimum of squeaking.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Red. And yes, Tom. I concur.
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