An ashy weeping willow,
Lay in my wobbling garden.
Like a cosmic silver pigeon.
Up: the still, leaden flow
Sailed - a cold, prowling woe,
Charging to pounce on Carthage.
In: the wreaths of smoke letters
Gather as leaden fetters,
Then dart like Irish setters,
Released after a game.
LazharBouazzi, January 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
An ashy weeping willow,
Lay in my wobbling garden.
Like a cosmic silver pigeon.
Up: the still, leaden flow
Sailed - a cold, prowling woe,
Charging to pounce on Carthage.
In: the wreaths of smoke letters
Gather as leaden fetters,
Then dart like Irish setters,
Released after a game.
LazharBouazzi, January 6, 2017
