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written
from a shadow
you're down
and all over
this face most loved
have to hang on to my hat
because isn't it always
your clouds are mine?
this weather's what
we have to share
sometimes there's really nothing to do
we fail at the thing
fail just at being
even at sleep sometimes
then the daydream
still and all
look at this forest we've let
trees under which we're bound
to grow smaller
I've brought the sun
in a picnic basket
and see this blanket
spread of fare
look at the dragonfly
takes on the wind
for its share of air
there's two!
and uselessly bright
it just happens some days
that's how one has to be
for the other
simply hanging in there
Very enjoyable poem, Kit.
ReplyDeletereally like the mix of melancholy and wonder
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