Unrequited Ah L'Nass
No broken we,
but transformed, remade, in semblance.
Though rough of eye,
no longer fresh
still on and on we dance.
Wingless wonders,
shushing we's,
cajoled, with discontent
searching for the higher arch,
the longer toss, not spent.
Breathe on with breath
as sweet as melon,
as round and ripe and fluid.
Farm the earth, the skies, the stars
Just so, you'll be pursued.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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