billyfivecrows

"Wrights in
Leathers, tames

A wing..."

*

I follow you;
The lists
Are made. I taste

Your
Words. I trace

The others
How
They've

Learned you, and

Have they? The

Exotic motion
Of
My
Matchless

Solitude
Has
Prayed

A dance
For
Me: "To

Push
A stone
Away."

What
Language in

Is the caption
Of
History

Without
Warning?

I make my
Bed; I've read

My books

I've
Written

This, now

Wake me
When
You
Can, then

I'll sleep
For you.

"Harming none"

"Harming none."


*


"Elven fronds; done picked

The garden. Eleven

Fronds, a wedding dress..."