To Globe
To go
perchance the
bridge will fall
although the song
is old
and many bridges free
now cross the banks
yet pay the boatman
securing passage
and cross through to another place
lascivious, rude, and yet
when the flag is raised
a call to those who hearing
love the word
too long to wait
betimes it seems that
words experience
more not being
expressed
than we do trying to
explain what we
do not mean
1 comment:
What's up with this blog, anyway? What happened to the poster?
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