Friday, September 16, 2016

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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