Thursday, 1 July 2021

malarkey

 malarkey 


the lark tinkling the keys

you cannot locate

far above the heather

in just blue skies

it rises 

the question

why 

in this great blue sky

do you ever fall to earth 

song-less in running 

to your feathered nest

in the vast lake of

the shivery shakes

on the skin of a boy

born under this blue sky

with his forever questioning

why

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