the poets flora and fauna
the poet fish
swimming up stream
snatching at leaf words
floating past
on the reeded flow
the poet lark
rising above this world
higher and higher blue sky thoughts
singing trilling thrilling
down it drops
silence
the poet worm
between the damp brown leaves
leaves in the book of time
in perfect putrefaction
the lobbed and wet
words
the poet bacterium
film upon my iPad fingered
with thoughts of words that might
clear my mind of the thoughts
that smear me
the poet flower
springtime has arrived
budding words
falling like petals
that cover everything
the poet wind
every word blown away
the lips spittle backwards
puffing our cheeks
with mouthing
the poet poet
left alone with detritus words
sweeps them in the wind
as they fall so shall they say
this is what i said
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