Bell and Book

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Bell and Book

Weight of countless crushing fears
The paper on the table
Headlight-caught still-spotted deer
In a clown car’s brights.

Goals, ever extended further,
Rushing headlong nowhere
Stress and tears burst dam and hurt her –
Still the show goes on.

A or F, what does it matter?
One letter slates millions
Words are inane, endless patter;

Where is the sky?


yes, one more poem - sorry for posting so many . . .