the Fitzroy Flasher

art and ideas: photos and words: mainly and sometimes.

Whether

December 7, 2018


Like mildew on leather

I was musty with trust

That antecedent

Precursive verse –

Of the unknown:

We laughed, I was laughing

Weathering busty stances

A rocking horse

A silhouette

The shadows danced

As shadows do

Must settling

Trust too

Like angel dust

On every surface.

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