Gossips
As if to spy upon
some rapt adjourn
more devellish
than their own ~
existing for the slug of virtue
from some forgotten dream
Their aim ~
outdated with resent
yet stealthy earned.
Their ears, like prodding volts
reversed to bring return.
Life's focus ~ now forgotten
with its yearn,
seeking noticed space
that all but clutters . . .
nothings
scorn!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2009
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