stands proud of interest and compassionate
flux. enough is enough: a coda to sanguinity
wills the wind with me
when all of a sudden
the phone rings
an hibiscus and a stained cup
from black tea
notaries.
everso quietly,
importunely - is that a word?
I shiver 0845' ly
and replace the gizmo on lino
ignorantly riding the country
of interrupting priorities
into nature's hums and charm
better with the other words
and colours, sounds of the actual
don't seem rude in amongst the chippings
of boredom.
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