Wednesday 18 April 2018

NEWS AT DAYBREAK






morning papers are folded 
and tossed into the pile of month end's disposables.
That sick and gloomy n' morbid 
I paid to imbibe.
The soil, the pot, last season's scattered seeds... they have some news. 
and what varied hues, shapes, contours, form in nature's imagination. 
I must replace old glasses.  

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