I fix an ivy carpet
forth the northern porch,
to wrestle with the rain
and soften matted light,
tousle too an air
for your step through
so nearness perch
the tangled inmost ear
in flight and footfall,
from such as you
more whence than whom,
also almost not
as half in love so soon
Posts of this nature may be found at: jayaladn@blogspot.com —
this day forward, mostly older writings; this one, June, 2010.
New poems, as always, here.
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