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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