next
the clouds
embrace the hills
like brazen quilts
exhausted by
the night before
of passion and
impatient lust
a vixen crosses
the road
afore me
as I wander
the Dodder Bank
she stops
sizes me up
then wanders on
unimpressed
my feet shuffle
like the child
I was and am
through yellow,
rusty,
faint green
leaves
and whirly seeds of
linden trees
where am I going
I ask myself
midst all
this life
do I need a purpose
to keep going
this tragic
pain-filled
beauteous
way
who am I
to answer thus
a blue grey crane
lifts
legs lazy
dangling
dripping
wet
I know him
he knows me
as sharing
this river
we live
our own lives
as we wait
wonder
worry
what befalls us
next
Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2012-11-01 at 15:47
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