To the Honour of This Page
Bleating
Whisps,
Chattering
Papyruses,
See as they
wave their
Happy
hands
to you and
the wind,
Swerving
in
consortium
to my Jazz
and Waltz,
Aha!
waltzing it
by the
rushes..
Their
Brushes,
Are they
Belles or
Gents,
Are these
ones Fellas
or Brutes,
The good
guy or
your comic
villian,
To Egypt,
Paper and
This Salient
Page.
Selah
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