History
excuse me
there is no
need to brush
the dust off of
that stone for it
will be among
other things
thrown in
the bin
since
they have been here
before and before
your and my
opinion as
to their
beginnings
but it's not
quite like
piecing
pieces
together whether
the weather per
mits and with
or against
me you
allow my storm
to form wanting
to ignite even
slightly what
might be or
how would
a cockney
say the
same thing
but needing
repeating after
say it, say it again
and she never
mentions the
name Sam
so where
did he get
the idea
that he
was it
and she was
surely not Shirley
Temple and yet she
is to be worshipped and
so calmly
i sit and
take in
her
smell but
can't tell
is that
her or
where i've
been but
that is
or my
or shall i
say ours
after so
many
candle melt
downs that
consume
themselves
along
with us
as we follow
the flow of the
flood
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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