The window was left open
words wore away
at the bare paper
pull the blinds
unscrew the top
set a timer to remind
you of missing action
sleep. dream
something besides
accentuated eyes
the bees caught in mesh
the hives unbuilt
a breeze rolls
up the half-cut hill
carrying a wordless message
and another poem
about nothing
ReplyDeletegreat to see you back
never trust a breeze
that promises a poem
They're the best ones Stuart - the worldless messages, another poem about nothing. Keep them coming!
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