though our souls be
sweet as a nashi pear
one stone could send
us toppling
we are creatures of
the cool gravel
knowing only the
singular path upwards
Klieg light sunrise
lifts my spirits
you dance in the
autumn moonrows
nameless pappadums
of mud curl up along the riverbed
water and frog-spawn
trickles down the mountain of our dreams
Don't wait!
ReplyDelete"nameless pappadums of mud curl up along the riverbed"...love it, but must laugh. The final two lines are creativity. :)
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