Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Where the poetry comes from

Reflection and dreaming, in a nutshell.

Where The Poetry Comes From

Fathomless blue;
blue sky. 

Two swallows proclaiming it
are extravagant 

dancers in an empty ballroom.
A church bell chimes 

two, three, five o’ clock;
no matter. 

Tracing curves to unending time;
a route to south Africa?

Fathomed true;
Blue sky.

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