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Hearing From Mates, Moment Sharers, Companions In a Hallway
HEARING FROM MATES, MOMENT SHARERS, COMPANIONS IN A
DIFFERANT PART OF THE HALLWAY
The clouds remind me
Of the thoughts that sprang between us,
Some puffed like dandelion balls
Ready to be blown
and drift,
Broccoli headed breathers amid
The streaming locks on an Ancient.
Like the ribs of a leaf
left bare from decay
Or furry as moth antenna.
A swan-like image
and winged horses
Rode on areas blue,
The swan into a buck did turn
The horse to a sheep,
Then the sun started to set
And I had thoughts of sleep.
Copyright ©
Wm Paul
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