They do make a work
out of the stopping short
Us aspirants under shiftless Sun
Off and on then fallow
Tenderly, a hurt soon blooms
the delicate cream bell flowers sewn
And the wreaths
and the wheelchair circuits
muscle ardour
Piano overstrung gone wrong
Sugar, enervate
the hands the fingers
We will make
what weighs
hardly a thing
Beautiful, esp. the last line.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan
ReplyDeleteSusan's comments mine also--echoing a beautiful thing.
ReplyDeleteCheers, Vassilis
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