#20aug18
...oh, I dunno, a variety of intros could suffice, whence, none might as well, no?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCCCXLIII)
I caught the ghost of mists likeas a veil
Down in the valley where trees clustered thence
'Hind shifting white's detail, rain waltzing hence
Without a voice as't tiptoes 'cross the tale
Of weedy blacktop; firs mair silent, frail
Calm hanging 'til winds ply the Maples' dense
Green, and the distance lost to that suspense,
Whiles I chid rain for being light; to exhale.
You listen to--is't my complaints? and YOUR
Response of "you're amazing" fails me too.
So I wish to just kiss and tease you fer
All that to...chase me--which you say you'll do.
Right now seems but a pipe dream, mists in poor
'Scuse on what lies 'fore: I belong to YOU.
20Aug18a
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC