Cars go vroom and so does

My heart

When a mate with a great

Philosophy comes through

And goo

I am a baby again

With a tear that sustains

A wept forearm

Through the window ledge

I will be the one with

A sledge

Who comes from behind

And grins for a time

And then will be thought

To be then a Wort

Who comes from the end

And finds it again.


Copyright B E Saunders 2016


To my Brother Craig

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