Thursday, November 21, 2019

Kit Kelen #1419 - sun tap


1419
sun tap

beam in  

little bird
hop

thing of childhood
as in the dream

tells nothing

cannot quite reach

white sails dot
blue for as far
have seen the harbour
dims to chug
and all these little lights were

vanish in
there was no writing then

take this
swallow
good for

arrows lean to show

yet there is a colour faded
there are these pale notes

truth to light
so fashioned

what’s that?
and why?

I hide a cloak
in mystery

when words were new
worlds inventing

cosy by
led from
dough stretch
and bake

let animals all in
we’re home

first of things
particular

give me smoke in winter when
beside a steaming cup

nothing to put away

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