Friday, October 06, 2017

Frog silly

Danced with you at the edge of the plain,
The p;an = handle falling between us.
Tore away that last strip of indiscretion,
Frontal view makes a lasting impression.

See voices, hear visions, feel heat on the soles of my feet.
Run up the stairs and open the door, you are me and I am no more.

Traverse my watching, inspect our listening acuity,
Intercede when least expected in the leaves of yonder fluid tree.


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