WONDERFUL LIGHT IN YOUR EYES

The work of the poet

is one of the cobbler

making wearing and rapping

to the beat of the same old song

better in the worlds of useful things

is the warp in the tune that

makes you swoon

with ebvy and post-natal bepression

like jewish princes you walk

like the man on the hill.

It took not a sorrow of being

to make me understand that all was not

over here on earth

to be here and not there

on the spring of the morrow

makes the things of the past

seem alone again with you

in my arms like sombre

intentions and

unknown desires.

I will not be able

to make the enduring tidal

warping but I will

ask awhile for the use

of your

springs to make me

alive again.

 

 

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2020

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