LEVERTOV’S LADDER

by July 7, 2020 0 comments

… Leaving, she saw them eat
Her words and
The left-over gravy

In that comprised tumbled-
Down shack where
The hawk-weed grows

But doesn’t erase
The colour
Of absence – or

The stony telling
There by
A turnstile gate

As she, still with
Her smiling
Beauty on

Waved an even darker
Reverie
Aside.

editors note:

Leave your reveries (and your recipes) behind. Ascend! – mh clay

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