Pulling that off from over there
and picking that up from…
Even I hesitate at that;
but I’ll peek a look and see
its condition;
the mess it’s put me
in—
this in.
In the longgggg runnnnn, though,
it is being silly,
yet I’ll feel. Better:
just feel.
They may
say
“As a starling by a lake
in a whisp”
that this is not a poetic thesis.
That voice will be turning the lights off
before it puts its thing in, I don’t doubt it.
Though I could be there
holding his hand
offering my cookie jar for him to try.
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