suddenly this intervention

suddenly this intervention
feeding on afternoon hush
coiling 'round intention
with aligned ducks in rush

the day proceeds and fade
words shimmer a short while
visions and more parade
notions all dressed in guile

I am never more
than the skipping in vain
the tenacity dwindling sore
wondering about the pain





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-04-12 at 16:20

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Rob Graber
A strange and strangely attractive stream--interrupted?!--of consciousness; I somehow like especially the title.
2014-04-12