when smoke rises sky to mind

when smoke rises sky to mind
time tends to bend direction
fit for creatures that cannot speak

dainty little I burning brevity
to crisp tomorrow's know it all
eating like squirrels out of my hand

the roll of tonight moving across
what few men see soaring differently
to a whispered pipe in turn

dare the bear to dance unchained
walk the dog to land a house
you can feed with low down severity

rumoured dragons I mourn
the paper once rolled to the night
long before winter's breath

I will go down with music
and voices hanging laundry
on a wicked line for all




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-12-26 at 19:00

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