Drowned between songs of
Fall & Spring;
Silent.
Not learning a thing,
No spite,
No fright,
Only eye and night.
'Til I wake,
I ask:
O Please
O Please
I Say nothing,
Still.
Summer, I beg,
O Please
No pollen on thy nose;
empty lines of prose...
O How
did it 'appen?
I didn't even see
Nothing.
But 'ere it is,
eerie as it is,
I stand
after a long crawl,
but no expected sun
awaits me.