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The Sundial

Sundial My passion is the silent weather vane The gambrel brought such sorrow Much I marveled this roughcast cairn Eagerly I looked for the lintel I have dreamed of the clocks Eagerly I looked for the masonry It was heterodox Somewhat louder than the freemasonry Back into my memories rewinding And the clapboards never machining Deep into that darkness watching Still is notching, still is notching The graves seemed happy botching And so I screamed, 'Is that a weatherboard?' I crave the dissident, derelict dormer window My mind always strays to caryatids Much I marveled the dissident gazebo Much I marveled the eighth patio I crave the baronial, balcony breezeway You warned me about the indigo And so I screamed, 'Is that a drift way?' Take thy landscaping from out my heart What time is it, And the megaliths never grinding What time is it, And the masonry was nonbinding I heard an italianated, slapdash roofing It was fireproofing I discovered the statues Take thy picket fence from out my heart I discovered the vases Deep into that darkness listening 'It's that plaster work,' I muttered My passion is the silent weather vane The gambler brought such sorrow Much I marveled this roughcast iron bane Eagerly I looked for the lintel barrow It's a new day and yet dark now, What time is it on the sundial?
4/7/19 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019 ©

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Date: 7/8/2019 7:30:00 PM
It was fireproofing... I love that. This is a fun read. Excellent work. Ann
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James Edward Lee Sr.
Date: 7/9/2019 12:12:00 AM
Thanks, Ann glad you like it... James

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