The Slumberous Thoroughfare
slumberous thoroughfare
panning by--
the
weather
boldn
dry--
the day languorous
all
forgotten--
passing the
pawpaw
denude
of
fruit--
&
bluebells
blemished
by
winters barren
lossless
brew
see the
passage--
a few
steps--
through
palisade
unlatched--
eyes
reticent in
windows--
watching
pass
A chirrup beneath my window syll--
A chirrup beneath my
window syll
"Chirrupchirrup."
A Pipit goes. Café au lait
plumage quavering in dew
and wind.
Splayed on syll sublime
his songs he
sings.
My ears, freshwoken, hear
tender crescendo and I
arise
and start the
day.
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