Tea-satchel, silk, flavored
Doubt your dreams,
A cornerstone in a sweet-crumb building sky-rise
To lift and let lie things you arent
Supposed to meddle in;
Burned in the ears of the dusty,
Chipped red penny stains.
Planes rip ribbons, spigots initiate the bend
To moisten like the conductor and the tap
Of three, then a movement.
Still, motion forcing in with the drive
Spring carries beyond Winter when
Juniper ceases to stalk our gait;
Docile jostling evolves to a hammock sway
Of compressed clammy fists.
When the light hits your giggles I see it
Ricochet to someone else.
We walk down and up again,
Past the
gruff of a midnight boil
deep between
cedarn grooves of a bugle,
piddle around the fiddles and knots
and roost in a Ramble to Cashel.
flex the rhythm be steady
row the rhythm be soft
howl from a tumbling mound
high hopes
in musk lullabies blanketing a
peppered shepherd and horn,
nestled fog on the lowlands of scotch and holly.
clench the steady rhythm
ore through rhythm culled in spite.
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