#braveryorfolly
(if not worse)
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLV)
How shadows sweep across the corn in pale
Grey silence, swathes of golden warmth from hence
Askance, whileas tree clusters dimly thence
Wait. Crows ist? like unto torpedoes scale
Descent, wings folded; cloud battalions, hale
In fluffy white, amass with half a sense
Of what's in tow. And June for all intents
Wears age as if twas naught in each detail.
Another week yet, firewerks wink as twere
Now, cuz I had to play the fool and do
What my friends thought sae good. Suppose twas poor,
We shall say it worked out, shall we? Nah, to
Effect Joe was too nice. Yet I maunt fer
All that be satisfied. We'll swear I knew?
27Jun17a
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC