something about you that understands.

this fool
world spun
in cold-blooded
lady i
know you, but i
of skin and bone,
and i little sun,
in moon gardens of her feet
I am a child, i and if aside,
grown toward roots
of her bones and knees
billowing absent, fingers
of May (i close the rain)
to the syntax of your voice

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8 replies

  1. Excellent start to the week. Love this.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Did you change your blog name from ‘Lucy Works’ to ‘Lucy”s Works and Co?,’ recently? Not that it’s any of my business (es.)

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