Think not

It is not time to philosophize

And wonder at the mute beauty

Of the sunrise

Waiting for the ray of light

To show the way to annodise

The webbing of the footlocker

Kept abated by a stormy petrel

That swoops alone on desert highway

A long time preference

Of longing not bare

But open for the swelt

Of instant free bairn

Who sees nothing in the womb

Before birth of a time

When there is no bound

To the weeping on mime

And sorrow.

BCDFM

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2020

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