The Pause

living, loving, photography, rhymes and rhythm

 

Among the cars, the light to see

The folded root in pavement

Beneath a trunk where grow did she;

Pedestrian amazement

 

In flight the answer clear enough

On peppered figs like cotton

Upon the saddle, over rough

For ridges grow forgotten

 

But time on lime of grass sublime

Arrived the simplest answer

To what once more befell on rhyme

Remembrance of the dancer

 

There cloth had worked as sail to wind

Here clothing serves as master

As flailing flag in wind is thinned

A breeze blows ever faster

 

But, still in movement stopped the call

To go with haste, directed

Gradated green away from wall;

Away from screens erected

 

Now fathom this – your time in flow

Trick kisses from created

Cremate to ash the past, let go

To find a mind elated

 

 

xxx

 

 

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