10/11/22

Potholes and Tents (a poem)



Lighter than air the sea runs green
rivers of sky substances of dream
each ribbon of time woven round a world
is hurled blent to the ground

  Rainfalls bright upon the Earth
cascades light with easy mirth
spring follows night of winter days
to raise up life not sin

With comedy per king days spent roll on
pawns shrug off potholes, tents
to importunate songs far right
so new horizons near sight.

 

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