Tuesday, 6 November 2018

the writing shed

the writing shed

he shed a thought
he shed a tear
he shared a smile 
he shared a beer
did dylan here

he wrote a poem
line upon mile
singing of light
his sullen craft night

do you think we ought
to linger on his shadow
and kidnap a word
ere our tomorrow 
ne’er his like 
ever comes again

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