Saturday, 1 April 2023

The Dreamer

Day One



To dream and discern

Such threadbare bones

As these

Bare boughs

Bone-boughs, a gaol

Of brittle, needle

Bars. Undone but

For some depth -

Or nuance -

Lost or leaving

Mere an icy gulp

Deep down.





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