1073
hammocked in a question mark
for godsbother
tuneful to a fault
and I am known to be
wind in the treetops
leaves for all falling
and regular in revolution
lamps lit – silver, gold
and far – that's time shone
many, various
adjusted to season
all turning at a tilt
counting and counting on
paws forward
trapped in the was and is
still wishful
arrive at the piano
blow a horn waking to
breath by breath
fallen somewhere past speech
so all prophetic
with now here how
and time is in me too
where we have caught up
lag, lead, lapse
no wonder was
wishing a name for
all this brought to mind
when sometimes
dark of truth to tell
we know we weren't
and we won't be
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