Perishable
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Perishable
David J Walker
as words spoken of love
with heat but not taken to heart
while the cold of hate echoes
well into the night
let the dance continue until
exhaustion claims the pallor
from the cheeks of the last flight as
the dancers stumble and
the poet's mumble brilliant
verses that no one else may hear
the perfectly clean and clear waters
held in hands parish between
fingers and thumbs
evaporating later to become
a sheet of freezing fog
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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