Wheat Ears, Selected Poems

Posted: 25/01/2023 by vequinox in Literature


Pundits left after doling out

negative expertise

asserting no prescription but

it can’t be done

pundits had their turn

and in the middle of the plaza

we stood alone

holding hands and celebrating

thoughts that nothing can go wrong

nothing is unaccomplished

when you hold onto the stars

when you float in dreams

the achroous when you color

on water when you walk



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