by these crossed arms
the spoon of my not so supple being
arcs in your direction
unadjusted by daylight saving
our out of fashioned days linger
reading back lines no better than
these fourteen hours
of love and talk and warmth
the cloudless complexion of life apparent
beyond an end of Winter haze
Ah a beauty of a poem James - one that lingers like the out of fashioned days :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kristen - the best of days!
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ReplyDeleteour out of fashioned days linger
reading back lines no better than
these fourteen hours
of love and talk and warmth
Yes. It's a beauty. I especially like this section!
Ah Rob, you've done it again. Perhaps they should be the only lines?
DeleteHa. But if so, then the lines need to be cut in half...a bit of an operation, and so maybe best to keep the ends mate :)
Delete(Just re-read that...how's that for equivocation?)
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