Summer
awake
for CS
Exercise the sash
cords
they will
rot away on site
inside the
frames if not
reminded to perform
the first smell
day arouses bushfire
sounds inside the chest
the fleeing thoughts
from tragedy begin
asthma puffer drifts to hand
the remedies we hope
together swift sure
resolution
time a commodity
futures exchange
past for the plunder
why wait
why
This poem moved me, really lovely despite the "sad mood" inside
ReplyDeleteThank you Beatrice, this means a great deal to me, your own work inspires me to try French again, it has such a good sense of mood.
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