Descant
all my stars hang upside down
the slim legs of travelers
merged bloods the hemispheres
of blight of sunlight
poured out smooth
as pound cake batter in the pan
what thinking calls this
the little cat all ginger all
need
warming to the milk step
purring for the nonsense of his life
warming to the milk step
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... lines for a song methinks
I hear a uke being lifted. get onto it Boss.
DeleteThose stars hanging upside down - what a beautiful image. Great poem Kerri :)
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ReplyDeleteSo much need, so much nonsense...
I love this poem.