My verse under Yeats’ carved door he merrily chuckled at white envelope, sketched butterfly said he preferred to receive verses this way rather than reading them across post-modern websites
a languid phantom
He invited me to an idyllic tea we savoured small cheese squares, crumbly scones watching a squirrel chomp a cheerful chestnut LOST AND FOUND
What word can describe fleeting images, dreams of poets graduated, yet living on ?
V A C A N T
….a vacancy that awaits a letter wandering ethereal a word manifesting __on old desk a Lover expecting his Beloved with cherries and hat
a shadow across poetic spaces Yeats, gone ye t, HERE